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 Sweden and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mandrill to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Negative Approach,
Minnie Riperton,
a-ha,
kango's stein massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Invisible,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Bar-Kays,
Dead Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Gang of Four,
Half Japanese,
Yaz,
Aaron Thompson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deakin,
Swell Maps,
The J.B.'s,
Erykah Badu,
Sex Pistols,
Brick,
Smog,
Soft Machine,
Man Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Metal Thangz,
Television,
Eddi Front,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kaleidoscope,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed,
Lakeside,
The Cramps,
Susan Cadogan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cure,
Lungfish,
The Count Five,
Sparks,
Depeche Mode,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camberwell Now,
Fear,
Hoover,
A Certain Ratio,
Roger Hodgson,
Oneida,
Popol Vuh,
Y Pants,
Animal Collective,
Lyres,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
Buzzcocks,
David McCallum,
Eurythmics,
New York Dolls,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.