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 Madagascar and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Drive Like Jehu to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Velvet Underground,
Gichy Dan,
Roxette,
The Barracudas,
Joensuu 1685,
Sixth Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Interpol,
Clear Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gladiators,
Gang of Four,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ten City,
Skriet,
Tres Demented,
ABC,
Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Barbara Tucker,
Reuben Wilson,
Glenn Branca,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June of 44,
Joy Division,
Bill Wells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pretty Things,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agent Orange,
Connie Case,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grauzone,
Archie Shepp,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül II,
This Heat,
Mr. Review,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dark Day,
Sun City Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Shuggie Otis,
Aaron Thompson,
Ituana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Man Parrish,
New Order,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.