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 Venezuela and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Pere Ubu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Lynne,
Franke,
Eric Copeland,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deadbeat,
The Sound,
MDC,
The Star Department,
Newcleus,
Cluster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Green,
Warren Ellis,
Ponytail,
Stereo Dub,
Popol Vuh,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Porter Ricks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Barracudas,
Nas,
Pantaleimon,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Axelrod,
EPMD,
The Names,
Eve St. Jones,
Marine Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Man Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Toni Rubio,
Magazine,
Skaos,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Wells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Inner City,
Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
Chris Corsano,
Wolf Eyes,
Radio Birdman,
Archie Shepp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scrapy,
Aaron Thompson,
Lungfish,
Underground Resistance,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Hood,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.