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 Tunisia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Misunderstood,
Niagra,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Byrd,
Main Source,
The Victims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Music Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Flag,
Zero Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Young Marble Giants,
Ossler,
Pantytec,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül II,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minutemen,
Alton Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Clarke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Axelrod,
Sixth Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
John Lydon,
Guru Guru,
Japan,
Sun Ra,
The Star Department,
Easy Going,
The American Breed,
the Sonics,
Cymande,
The Last Poets,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fela Kuti,
Livin' Joy,
Qualms,
The Cramps,
Pylon,
DNA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Association,
Tommy Roe,
Roxette,
Johnny Osbourne,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Das Ding,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.