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 El Salvador and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 the Association to the disco 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül II,
LL Cool J,
ABC,
The Monochrome Set,
Animal Collective,
Scan 7,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scratch Acid,
Wally Richardson,
Bang On A Can,
The Names,
The Music Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Vogues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rakim,
Main Source,
Delta 5,
Little Man,
Lou Christie,
Lucky Dragons,
Marmalade,
Los Fastidios,
The Busters,
Suicide,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dual Sessions,
Hot Snakes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül,
Monolake,
The Remains,
Circle Jerks,
The New Christs,
Interpol,
CMW,
MDC,
Cymande,
Stetsasonic,
Subhumans,
Zero Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
U.S. Maple,
James White and The Blacks,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dirtbombs,
Pere Ubu,
Vladislav Delay,
Cluster,
Howard Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eddi Front,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.