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 Austria and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
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 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 Dennis Brown to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quando Quango,
The Moody Blues,
Public Enemy,
Sarah Menescal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fugazi,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mojo Men,
Sex Pistols,
Marvin Gaye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yellowson,
Lalann,
Thee Headcoats,
Terry Callier,
Massinfluence,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Buzzcocks,
New Order,
Black Bananas,
The Human League,
Brass Construction,
Robert Görl,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Lydon,
Joe Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare,
Skarface,
OOIOO,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anthony Braxton,
Masters at Work,
Youth Brigade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agitation Free,
Donny Hathaway,
June of 44,
Metal Thangz,
Quantec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Davy DMX,
Lungfish,
David Axelrod,
Junior Murvin,
Slick Rick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Essential Logic,
The Busters,
The Cure,
Minutemen,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.