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 Somalia and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 AZ to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Pere Ubu,
Guru Guru,
Scan 7,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Axelrod,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sparks,
The Star Department,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sandy B,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ornette Coleman,
Babytalk,
Scrapy,
Steve Hackett,
Country Teasers,
The Techniques,
Monolake,
Swell Maps,
Bluetip,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultravox,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dawn Penn,
June of 44,
FM Einheit,
Kenny Larkin,
Althea and Donna,
Man Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
KRS-One,
Drexciya,
Absolute Body Control,
Depeche Mode,
The Knickerbockers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Sneak,
CMW,
E-Dancer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Associates,
Schoolly D,
Isaac Hayes,
Warsaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick Morgan,
Harmonia,
Cymande,
48th St. Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.