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 Antigua and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Fall 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MC5,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Zeros,
The Neon Judgement,
Quando Quango,
Delta 5,
Wasted Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Rod Modell,
Dawn Penn,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Mills,
Scientists,
Minor Threat,
Drexciya,
The Divine Comedy,
F. McDonald,
Aloha Tigers,
The New Christs,
Los Fastidios,
T. Rex,
K-Klass,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Junior Murvin,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pierre Henry,
Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiohead,
The Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gap Band,
Scion,
Gregory Isaacs,
kango's stein massive,
Stereo Dub,
Whodini,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Index,
Flipper,
Black Sheep,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kayak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Cale,
Interpol,
Ronnie Foster,
Pere Ubu,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.