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 Montenegro and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Fela Kuti 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Vainqueur,
The Busters,
Roxette,
Eddi Front,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Green,
Section 25,
The Walker Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Residents,
Qualms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minnie Riperton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pulsallama,
OOIOO,
Terry Callier,
The Pretty Things,
10cc,
Wally Richardson,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wire,
The Offenders,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Pus,
Skaos,
The Blues Magoos,
The New Christs,
AZ,
Pylon,
Kas Product,
E-Dancer,
Man Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
Chris Corsano,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Niagra,
The Mojo Men,
The Associates,
Make Up,
Don Cherry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultra Naté,
Lower 48,
Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kayak,
Dead Boys,
World's Most,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.