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 Somalia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nation of Ulysses to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Tubeway Army,
Skriet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Smog,
T. Rex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vladislav Delay,
The Victims,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swans,
The Sonics,
Cameo,
Yaz,
Hashim,
Pierre Henry,
Black Flag,
Country Teasers,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül,
Zapp,
Nik Kershaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mr. Review,
The Toasters,
Lindisfarne,
Spoonie Gee,
the Human League,
The Five Americans,
Lucky Dragons,
the Soft Cell,
Inner City,
Camouflage,
The Velvet Underground,
Sarah Menescal,
The Walker Brothers,
Model 500,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brick,
Alton Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bad Manners,
Roxette,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Knickerbockers,
L. Decosne,
The Gladiators,
UT,
The Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Sixth Finger,
Public Enemy,
The Fuzztones,
Schoolly D,
Slave,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Easy Going,
The Searchers,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.