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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Birthday Party to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skaos,
The Gap Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sparks,
Bootsy Collins,
Lungfish,
cv313,
Joyce Sims,
The Trojans,
Kenny Larkin,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moody Blues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Red Krayola,
Kaleidoscope,
Schoolly D,
AZ,
Carl Craig,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonic Youth,
Deepchord,
Lightning Bolt,
DNA,
The Skatalites,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Evens,
These Immortal Souls,
EPMD,
Shoche,
Harry Pussy,
Sam Rivers,
Malaria!,
John Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Wasted Youth,
The Real Kids,
Severed Heads,
Parry Music,
New Order,
Ice-T,
KRS-One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ten City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Associates,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Index,
X-Ray Spex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dennis Brown,
Minutemen,
H. Thieme,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barrington Levy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.