Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kuwait and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Delta 5 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Japan. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
LL Cool J,
Lucky Dragons,
Kevin Saunderson,
The J.B.'s,
The Smiths,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fortunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minutemen,
Pantaleimon,
Joey Negro,
Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Graham Central Station,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
Piero Umiliani,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Niagra,
Radiopuhelimet,
UT,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Das Ding,
Eden Ahbez,
Lee Hazlewood,
Technova,
Soul II Soul,
Thompson Twins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brand Nubian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kaleidoscope,
Letta Mbulu,
Tom Boy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Hill,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fatback Band,
Drexciya,
Lyres,
Masters at Work,
Minny Pops,
Schoolly D,
Cameo,
The Move,
Lakeside,
Chris Corsano,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Near,
Ronnie Foster,
Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.