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 Guatemala and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 The Seeds to the disco 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Agent Orange,
Essential Logic,
The American Breed,
Guru Guru,
Mr. Review,
R.M.O.,
the Bar-Kays,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers,
Desert Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Arthur Verocai,
Au Pairs,
James White and The Blacks,
Yellowson,
L. Decosne,
Bang On A Can,
Arab on Radar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Neon Judgement,
Urselle,
Alison Limerick,
H. Thieme,
Fat Boys,
Mantronix,
The Smiths,
Hoover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Youth Brigade,
DNA,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cheater Slicks,
The Music Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Glenn Branca,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moleskins,
Simply Red,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Prince Buster,
Symarip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Crime,
Scott Walker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cramps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Skarface,
Peter and Kerry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Modern Lovers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pagans,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.