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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Agitation Free to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smiths,
Robert Hood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faraquet,
Theoretical Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ice-T,
The Techniques,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funkadelic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
K-Klass,
Yellowson,
Eric Dolphy,
Con Funk Shun,
CMW,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Moon,
Carl Craig,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lower 48,
Delta 5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Copeland,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Silicon Teens,
Susan Cadogan,
cv313,
Bush Tetras,
MDC,
Kenny Larkin,
Section 25,
The Associates,
The Walker Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minor Threat,
Visage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scrapy,
The Happenings,
Todd Terry,
FM Einheit,
Bad Manners,
Sugar Minott,
Sun City Girls,
The Cowsills,
Public Image Ltd.,
L. Decosne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacob Miller,
The Gladiators,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.