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 Malta and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flamin' Groovies to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
KRS-One,
Godley & Creme,
Magma,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers,
Slick Rick,
Yazoo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harry Pussy,
Second Layer,
Agitation Free,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gladiators,
John Holt,
Oneida,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultra Naté,
Moby Grape,
Toni Rubio,
The Durutti Column,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joy Division,
The Litter,
Iggy Pop,
Saccharine Trust,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fuzztones,
the Sonics,
the Swans,
The Toasters,
Amazonics,
The Last Poets,
The Martian,
The Black Dice,
The Cure,
David McCallum,
MC5,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pretty Things,
Icehouse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brick,
Index,
JFA,
The Smoke,
Pole,
Danielle Patucci,
Yellowson,
World's Most,
Circle Jerks,
Warsaw,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Panda Bear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.