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 South Sudan and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Mandrill to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mantronix,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Judy Mowatt,
Cymande,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Index,
Aswad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Josef K,
The Angels of Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Excepter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roger Hodgson,
Lightning Bolt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Eating Sloth,
Circle Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pagans,
Joyce Sims,
The Selecter,
Infiniti,
EPMD,
Angry Samoans,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shoche,
Echospace,
Eurythmics,
MDC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Los Fastidios,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare,
Sam Rivers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Associates,
Camberwell Now,
Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
The Monks,
Average White Band,
Yazoo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Parrish,
Fear,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.