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 Micronesia and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stetsasonic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
EPMD,
Warsaw,
Roxette,
The Slackers,
Max Romeo,
The Searchers,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacques Brel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Standells,
The Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Howard Jones,
Mars,
The Gap Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Model 500,
Visage,
Lou Christie,
Kerri Chandler,
Roger Hodgson,
John Holt,
Barrington Levy,
New Age Steppers,
Echospace,
The Offenders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-102,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yusef Lateef,
Adolescents,
Urselle,
FM Einheit,
The Leaves,
The Zeros,
Scientists,
Matthew Halsall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalann,
John Lydon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brothers Johnson,
Monolake,
Faraquet,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Normal,
Sparks,
Easy Going,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.