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 India and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Tomorrow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs 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?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skarface,
The Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Jawbox,
This Heat,
The Saints,
Lyres,
Amon Düül,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rakim,
Drexciya,
Clear Light,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young,
CMW,
The Last Poets,
Spoonie Gee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mr. Review,
Morten Harket,
Sex Pistols,
The Blues Magoos,
The Invisible,
Matthew Halsall,
DNA,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Tremeloes,
Warsaw,
Arthur Verocai,
Nico,
Bush Tetras,
Main Source,
ABBA,
Ten City,
The Young Rascals,
The Durutti Column,
Lee Hazlewood,
Basic Channel,
Todd Terry,
Underground Resistance,
Hoover,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Music Machine,
Accadde A,
the Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Buzzcocks,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
OOIOO,
Loose Ends,
Lungfish,
Iggy Pop,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.