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 Lebanon and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 EPMD to the disco 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pierre Henry,
Malaria!,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unrelated Segments,
Barry Ungar,
Sam Rivers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Hood,
Ultra Naté,
The Fortunes,
Animal Collective,
Eddi Front,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smiths,
K-Klass,
Skaos,
Avey Tare,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fugs,
Lalann,
Bluetip,
Sugar Minott,
Hoover,
The Knickerbockers,
Moebius,
Scientists,
Kas Product,
Public Enemy,
Pantytec,
Rapeman,
cv313,
Section 25,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marine Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Visage,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rotary Connection,
Ituana,
Juan Atkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Model 500,
the Bar-Kays,
Das Ding,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronan,
Buzzcocks,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hasil Adkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.