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 Kuwait and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Charles Mingus to the techno 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yaz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacob Miller,
The Five Americans,
Essential Logic,
Guru Guru,
Bob Dylan,
Moby Grape,
The Happenings,
Ice-T,
Black Bananas,
Crime,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Popol Vuh,
Visage,
K-Klass,
The Toasters,
The Mummies,
the Slits,
The Blues Magoos,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Saints,
Terrestrial Tones,
The J.B.'s,
R.M.O.,
Marine Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Neon Judgement,
Drive Like Jehu,
Niagra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Audionom,
Stereo Dub,
The United States of America,
Dark Day,
Camouflage,
Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arcadia,
Bill Wells,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül,
Sam Rivers,
Icehouse,
Eden Ahbez,
Surgeon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Hill,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Hood,
Man Parrish,
Pantytec,
The Cramps,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.