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 Azerbaijan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Unrelated Segments to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Joyce Sims,
Reuben Wilson,
OOIOO,
Television,
The Saints,
Swell Maps,
The Cowsills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moby Grape,
Blake Baxter,
Archie Shepp,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Newcleus,
U.S. Maple,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Halsall,
Essential Logic,
These Immortal Souls,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronan,
Brass Construction,
Underground Resistance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Wake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Morten Harket,
E-Dancer,
Marvin Gaye,
MC5,
Wally Richardson,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
Sixth Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doors,
Section 25,
The Cure,
Metal Thangz,
Yellowson,
Wasted Youth,
UT,
Quadrant,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alphaville,
Carl Craig,
Moss Icon,
Clear Light,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers,
Letta Mbulu,
Sam Rivers,
Erasure,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.