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 the UAE and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Michael McDonald 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 Skriet to the rap 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Niagra,
The Pop Group,
Hashim,
Fear,
Bill Wells,
Main Source,
Supertramp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
H. Thieme,
MDC,
Nirvana,
Lucky Dragons,
Sandy B,
Alice Coltrane,
The Residents,
Rotary Connection,
Fugazi,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Trojans,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Red Krayola,
Blancmange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Birthday Party,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dead C,
Rosa Yemen,
Visage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
Funkadelic,
Thompson Twins,
UT,
Fat Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Count Five,
Newcleus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Victims,
Rapeman,
Intrusion,
kango's stein massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Patti Smith,
Joey Negro,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marvin Gaye,
Easy Going,
The Doors,
Lou Reed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neu!,
Nils Olav,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Enemy,
Robert Görl,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.