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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Toni Rubio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Basic Channel,
The Angels of Light,
the Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Marc Almond,
Average White Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Babytalk,
Yaz,
Wire,
Tres Demented,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Audionom,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Order,
Public Enemy,
The Invisible,
Tears for Fears,
Blake Baxter,
China Crisis,
Lou Christie,
Country Teasers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Trojans,
The Neon Judgement,
Metal Thangz,
Second Layer,
Intrusion,
Monolake,
Camberwell Now,
Sex Pistols,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Victims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alton Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rapeman,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
Agitation Free,
The Gun Club,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul II Soul,
Zapp,
Nico,
The Searchers,
Rekid,
Ultra Naté,
Joey Negro,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.