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 Nepal and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pere Ubu,
Pierre Henry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Barracudas,
Connie Case,
Smog,
Wings,
Eric Dolphy,
Skarface,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Saints,
Average White Band,
John Foxx,
Ultravox,
The Tremeloes,
Dark Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harmonia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Buzzcocks,
Siglo XX,
Ludus,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
Darondo,
The Mojo Men,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zero Boys,
DJ Style,
Grey Daturas,
the Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neu!,
Lucky Dragons,
Underground Resistance,
New Age Steppers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Judy Mowatt,
Flipper,
Robert Wyatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funky Four + One,
Josef K,
Amazonics,
Scion,
OOIOO,
John Lydon,
Pantaleimon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Sneak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pagans,
Radiopuhelimet,
KRS-One,
R.M.O.,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.