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 Paraguay and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Warsaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris Corsano,
Flipper,
Silicon Teens,
Arcadia,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Youth Brigade,
Groovy Waters,
U.S. Maple,
The Stooges,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Sneak,
Mad Mike,
Pussy Galore,
Amazonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxette,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joey Negro,
Black Flag,
James White and The Blacks,
David McCallum,
Funky Four + One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Bluetip,
X-Ray Spex,
The Young Rascals,
Kaleidoscope,
Danielle Patucci,
Scrapy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eurythmics,
Maleditus Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dawn Penn,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Al Stewart,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television Personalities,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Lydon,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Christie,
Rotary Connection,
Joensuu 1685,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fatback Band,
The Smiths,
Depeche Mode,
Severed Heads,
Metal Thangz,
The Wake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.