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 Israel and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grime 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Fugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alphaville,
Robert Wyatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gap Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Basic Channel,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed,
Wolf Eyes,
Colin Newman,
John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Underground Resistance,
Erasure,
Rotary Connection,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bluetip,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swans,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Byrd,
The Martian,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Litter,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mo-Dettes,
Cluster,
Black Pus,
The Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Human League,
Marmalade,
Archie Shepp,
Pere Ubu,
Cybotron,
Idris Muhammad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lungfish,
Quadrant,
The Skatalites,
Television Personalities,
X-Ray Spex,
Infiniti,
Skarface,
Joe Finger,
Ten City,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.