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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Wake,
B.T. Express,
Fear,
Wings,
Joey Negro,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Cecil Taylor,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jawbox,
Silicon Teens,
Sister Nancy,
The Real Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Accadde A,
Nico,
Connie Case,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Scientists,
Traffic Nightmare,
New York Dolls,
Hot Snakes,
Throbbing Gristle,
JFA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dawn Penn,
Darondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Theoretical Girls,
Howard Jones,
Delta 5,
June of 44,
K-Klass,
Severed Heads,
Rotary Connection,
Ohio Players,
Second Layer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Ludus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Count Five,
Bluetip,
Todd Rundgren,
Cluster,
The Kinks,
Swans,
Gang Starr,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heaven 17,
Technova,
Infiniti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.