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 Slovakia and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grunge 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slackers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heaven 17,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Severed Heads,
Alice Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
David Bowie,
Connie Case,
Tres Demented,
Main Source,
Mandrill,
Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Delta 5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harry Pussy,
Quando Quango,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bluetip,
Archie Shepp,
Roxette,
Livin' Joy,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul II Soul,
The Doors,
James White and The Blacks,
R.M.O.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonic Youth,
Vainqueur,
Hasil Adkins,
Alison Limerick,
Trumans Water,
Moss Icon,
June of 44,
Aloha Tigers,
Soulsonic Force,
Basic Channel,
The Barracudas,
Deadbeat,
Marmalade,
Scrapy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Real Kids,
Second Layer,
Man Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Dead Boys,
Cameo,
Reagan Youth,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.