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 Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Oneida to the rock 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Kurtis Blow,
Nas,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Buckinghams,
Howard Jones,
Bronski Beat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Juan Atkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Connie Case,
Yellowson,
Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delta 5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Porter Ricks,
The Shadows of Knight,
cv313,
Rapeman,
Peter & Gordon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barrington Levy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moebius,
Minor Threat,
Pere Ubu,
The Gap Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minutemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Severed Heads,
Davy DMX,
The Move,
The Birthday Party,
Bob Dylan,
Aaron Thompson,
The Toasters,
The Pretty Things,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Evens,
Terry Callier,
Von Mondo,
Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Lalann,
Livin' Joy,
Hardrive,
The Golliwogs,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Style,
Bill Wells,
Lungfish,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.