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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Parry Music to the techno 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The Angels of Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Young Marble Giants,
X-102,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
UT,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Adolescents,
Alphaville,
Marc Almond,
Blake Baxter,
Junior Murvin,
Vladislav Delay,
Faraquet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Dolphy,
Monks,
Mission of Burma,
David Axelrod,
Jacques Brel,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
The Invisible,
Vainqueur,
Scion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alton Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Marine Girls,
The Trojans,
The Gap Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glenn Branca,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Davy DMX,
Swans,
Mars,
kango's stein massive,
Ossler,
Ludus,
Eddi Front,
These Immortal Souls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Charles Mingus,
The Smoke,
Chris & Cosey,
Joey Negro,
The Skatalites,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABBA,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.