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 Madagascar and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scott Walker to the rap 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Monks,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacob Miller,
the Fania All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Excepter,
Pagans,
10cc,
One Last Wish,
Fad Gadget,
Radiohead,
Sexual Harrassment,
K-Klass,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lyres,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Sheep,
Fluxion,
Dark Day,
Peter & Gordon,
Banda Bassotti,
Blake Baxter,
The Doors,
Suicide,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
AZ,
Organ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fat Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magazine,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Adolescents,
Eli Mardock,
Leonard Cohen,
Newcleus,
Visage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Motions,
Hasil Adkins,
Ituana,
Warren Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sandy B,
The Grass Roots,
David Axelrod,
The American Breed,
Echospace,
Mandrill,
The Walker Brothers,
The Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Coltrane,
The Names,
KRS-One,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.