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 China and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Josef K to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Barracudas,
Rites of Spring,
Main Source,
Fugazi,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Traffic Nightmare,
Darondo,
Suicide,
kango's stein massive,
Brand Nubian,
The Last Poets,
Lee Hazlewood,
a-ha,
Nils Olav,
Dawn Penn,
The Cramps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Howard Jones,
Rekid,
Idris Muhammad,
Ken Boothe,
Wire,
Lungfish,
Bobby Womack,
Godley & Creme,
U.S. Maple,
Livin' Joy,
Qualms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Panda Bear,
Bad Manners,
Amazonics,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sound,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Make Up,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Bananas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
Shuggie Otis,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Teasers,
Harmonia,
Monolake,
The Mummies,
Q65,
Fad Gadget,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.