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 Cameroon and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cybotron to the funk 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxy Music,
David Bowie,
Animal Collective,
Pantytec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Durutti Column,
Morten Harket,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sam Rivers,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Copeland,
Echospace,
Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
Joy Division,
Grauzone,
Quantec,
The Leaves,
Lakeside,
Fad Gadget,
John Coltrane,
UT,
Dual Sessions,
Gong,
The Buckinghams,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Ossler,
Nik Kershaw,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash,
a-ha,
Niagra,
Amazonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Royal Trux,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blossom Toes,
Agitation Free,
Jerry's Kids,
Pylon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magazine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Womack,
The Doobie Brothers,
Simply Red,
Ohio Players,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerri Chandler,
ABC,
La Düsseldorf,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.