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 Sri Lanka and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Aswad,
David Axelrod,
The Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonic Youth,
Max Romeo,
Spoonie Gee,
The Velvet Underground,
The Golliwogs,
48th St. Collective,
The New Christs,
Country Teasers,
Youth Brigade,
Ludus,
Depeche Mode,
Parry Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
The Dirtbombs,
Oblivians,
Technova,
H. Thieme,
OOIOO,
The Gap Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxette,
The Martian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Surgeon,
Con Funk Shun,
David Bowie,
The Flesh Eaters,
World's Most,
Ultra Naté,
The Gun Club,
Vainqueur,
Laurel Aitken,
Joey Negro,
John Coltrane,
Hardrive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maurizio,
LL Cool J,
Excepter,
The Red Krayola,
Black Flag,
Sugar Minott,
Panda Bear,
John Foxx,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Hill,
The Five Americans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slackers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Don Cherry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blackbyrds,
CMW,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.