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 Canada and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 MDC to the rap 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Flipper,
The Dirtbombs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Desert Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Litter,
Brothers Johnson,
Shoche,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Style,
Severed Heads,
Peter & Gordon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Liliput,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Clarke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boz Scaggs,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wire,
Sister Nancy,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Animal Collective,
Drexciya,
Inner City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Essential Logic,
The Invisible,
Vainqueur,
Rapeman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ponytail,
The Cowsills,
Leonard Cohen,
The Victims,
These Immortal Souls,
Tom Boy,
Yazoo,
Sex Pistols,
One Last Wish,
The Techniques,
EPMD,
Maleditus Sound,
Minutemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Popol Vuh,
The Barracudas,
The Human League,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.