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 Tanzania and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Iggy Pop to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick Morgan,
Shoche,
Mary Jane Girls,
Carl Craig,
Hardrive,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Jawbox,
The Happenings,
Slave,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yusef Lateef,
The Searchers,
Andrew Hill,
Japan,
Rod Modell,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed,
Fear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun City Girls,
DNA,
Half Japanese,
The United States of America,
Eric Dolphy,
Eve St. Jones,
Malaria!,
Mission of Burma,
Procol Harum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dead C,
Nick Fraelich,
Radio Birdman,
Lower 48,
Warren Ellis,
Skaos,
Amon Düül,
Fat Boys,
Davy DMX,
Harry Pussy,
Can,
Bluetip,
Pagans,
Sam Rivers,
Duran Duran,
L. Decosne,
Neu!,
Goldenarms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick May,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cecil Taylor,
June of 44,
EPMD,
Babytalk,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.