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 Kenya and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
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 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 Sam Rivers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
T. Rex,
Lyres,
the Human League,
Khruangbin,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun City Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Moon,
Todd Terry,
Lalann,
Alison Limerick,
Siglo XX,
Rekid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ituana,
Judy Mowatt,
Suicide,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brick,
Roy Ayers,
Scratch Acid,
Drive Like Jehu,
Y Pants,
Bang On A Can,
kango's stein massive,
The Dirtbombs,
Bad Manners,
Flipper,
Shoche,
Matthew Bourne,
The Offenders,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Womack,
Ronan,
Angry Samoans,
John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Organ,
The Smiths,
Thee Headcoats,
R.M.O.,
Television Personalities,
Thompson Twins,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fuzztones,
Mars,
Fad Gadget,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Green,
Dual Sessions,
Stiv Bators,
Davy DMX,
Black Bananas,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül II,
Scan 7,
The Searchers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David McCallum,
Ronnie Foster,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.