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 Macedonia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bad Manners to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Joy Division,
Little Man,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Isaac Hayes,
Echospace,
Brick,
The Skatalites,
Skarface,
Mad Mike,
La Düsseldorf,
New Order,
Jacques Brel,
Malaria!,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gun Club,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Junior Murvin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Misunderstood,
Sällskapet,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Victims,
The Dead C,
Los Fastidios,
The Smoke,
Neil Young,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Schoolly D,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lakeside,
The Selecter,
Lucky Dragons,
Royal Trux,
The Busters,
Chris & Cosey,
48th St. Collective,
Livin' Joy,
Josef K,
Arthur Verocai,
H. Thieme,
The Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arab on Radar,
Loose Ends,
Von Mondo,
Kayak,
Easy Going,
Brass Construction,
the Bar-Kays,
The Trojans,
Moby Grape,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Charles Mingus,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.