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 Albania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Fall,
Deadbeat,
Aswad,
The Sound,
Bob Dylan,
The Gun Club,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rufus Thomas,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonic Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Arab on Radar,
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Fluxion,
LL Cool J,
Faust,
The Selecter,
Kerri Chandler,
Howard Jones,
a-ha,
Sam Rivers,
Iggy Pop,
Scion,
Tres Demented,
Liliput,
Curtis Mayfield,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Barracudas,
Eden Ahbez,
cv313,
Judy Mowatt,
B.T. Express,
Brand Nubian,
T.S.O.L.,
Fela Kuti,
Young Marble Giants,
Dual Sessions,
Pantaleimon,
The Offenders,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Bowie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Smooth,
Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
X-101,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker,
Ornette Coleman,
Arcadia,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.