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 South Africa and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Mojo Men to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantytec,
Lucky Dragons,
Angry Samoans,
Slave,
Lou Reed,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Human League,
Quando Quango,
Clear Light,
Man Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Symarip,
Ludus,
Rod Modell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deadbeat,
Technova,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
L. Decosne,
Idris Muhammad,
10cc,
Groovy Waters,
Warsaw,
Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rapeman,
June of 44,
Reuben Wilson,
Sam Rivers,
Metal Thangz,
Moss Icon,
Darondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wire,
Maurizio,
The Blackbyrds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Standells,
Gang Green,
Kool Moe Dee,
Subhumans,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monks,
Index,
The Trojans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fugs,
EPMD,
K-Klass,
Wolf Eyes,
Nils Olav,
The Pop Group,
Ronan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.