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 Slovakia and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Motions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Blackbyrds,
Camouflage,
Liliput,
Rekid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barbara Tucker,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacques Brel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Wells,
The United States of America,
Ultravox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonic Youth,
Minutemen,
Visage,
Crime,
Stetsasonic,
E-Dancer,
The Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Grauzone,
Hashim,
Sun Ra,
Judy Mowatt,
Junior Murvin,
Yusef Lateef,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nirvana,
Lakeside,
John Foxx,
Marine Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Buzzcocks,
The Birthday Party,
Pole,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fall,
Bauhaus,
The Litter,
Black Bananas,
Franke,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultra Naté,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris Corsano,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aswad,
Monolake,
The Pop Group,
Main Source,
FM Einheit,
Porter Ricks,
Jacob Miller,
Cybotron,
Los Fastidios,
JFA,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.