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 Tunisia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 The Last Poets to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Idris Muhammad,
Sparks,
Bobby Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young,
The Tremeloes,
Country Teasers,
Fela Kuti,
Fear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rod Modell,
Excepter,
Charles Mingus,
Main Source,
Mars,
Sun City Girls,
Bad Manners,
Groovy Waters,
Stetsasonic,
Scrapy,
Monolake,
Junior Murvin,
Desert Stars,
The Five Americans,
UT,
Angry Samoans,
Kerri Chandler,
Marvin Gaye,
U.S. Maple,
The Red Krayola,
Technova,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Hill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris Corsano,
Black Bananas,
La Düsseldorf,
The Knickerbockers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Remains,
The Toasters,
Unwound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erykah Badu,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gun Club,
Don Cherry,
Soul II Soul,
Sam Rivers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Underground Resistance,
Cal Tjader,
Ice-T,
Matthew Bourne,
Y Pants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker,
Girls At Our Best!,
Silicon Teens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.