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 Chad and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rufus Thomas to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blossom Toes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zero Boys,
The Slits,
Bob Dylan,
Skriet,
Lou Christie,
The Durutti Column,
Sam Rivers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry's Kids,
Archie Shepp,
Reagan Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Ronan,
MDC,
Alison Limerick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zapp,
The Techniques,
Excepter,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Ludus,
The Martian,
The Toasters,
Ornette Coleman,
Tim Buckley,
The Index,
Outsiders,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scientists,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sex Pistols,
The Moleskins,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dead Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minor Threat,
Trumans Water,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agent Orange,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warren Ellis,
Cybotron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yaz,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.