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 Gambia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Görl to the grunge 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Dave Gahan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anthony Braxton,
Pussy Galore,
The Zeros,
The Leaves,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Cymande,
The New Christs,
Brand Nubian,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Khruangbin,
Pylon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Womack,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fat Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Normal,
Oneida,
Althea and Donna,
Main Source,
Masters at Work,
Toni Rubio,
Joensuu 1685,
Marmalade,
The Monochrome Set,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dennis Brown,
Unwound,
The Searchers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Colin Newman,
Organ,
Lightning Bolt,
Dark Day,
Bush Tetras,
The Cowsills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Ultravox,
The Music Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Index,
Junior Murvin,
Freddie Wadling,
The Offenders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Excepter,
The Gories,
David Axelrod,
Fear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.