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 Brunei and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jimmy McGriff to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Circle Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Darondo,
Scrapy,
Sällskapet,
Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Techniques,
KRS-One,
Gichy Dan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Inner City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tommy Roe,
The Victims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Au Pairs,
James White and The Blacks,
The Divine Comedy,
Byron Stingily,
Rekid,
Goldenarms,
Joe Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Cheater Slicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed,
Bronski Beat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anthony Braxton,
The New Christs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Altered Images,
X-102,
Y Pants,
Camberwell Now,
Grey Daturas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Wells,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skarface,
Arcadia,
Johnny Clarke,
Alice Coltrane,
The Evens,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Lynne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.