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 Australia and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Saints,
Ossler,
The Leaves,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Selecter,
Circle Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Glenn Branca,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kayak,
Dual Sessions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
PIL,
Pantytec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fugazi,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harry Pussy,
Leonard Cohen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Isaac Hayes,
Fad Gadget,
LL Cool J,
Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Mark Hollis,
Talk Talk,
Hoover,
Vladislav Delay,
Ludus,
The Vogues,
Mandrill,
The Remains,
Alton Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
The Slits,
Guru Guru,
Banda Bassotti,
Sixth Finger,
Faust,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Rundgren,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fortunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stiv Bators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Intrusion,
Graham Central Station,
JFA,
Eve St. Jones,
Scientists,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.