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 Kazakhstan and from Delhi.
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 Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Altered Images,
Agent Orange,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Animal Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxy Music,
Panda Bear,
The Blues Magoos,
The Golliwogs,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül II,
Lucky Dragons,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zero Boys,
Motorama,
Unrelated Segments,
Au Pairs,
Suburban Knight,
Section 25,
Alphaville,
Lungfish,
Howard Jones,
Deadbeat,
Groovy Waters,
the Human League,
The Grass Roots,
Porter Ricks,
Ludus,
Byron Stingily,
Inner City,
Marvin Gaye,
10cc,
The Leaves,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABBA,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Terry,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Knickerbockers,
The Barracudas,
Skarface,
Outsiders,
Spandau Ballet,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash,
Supertramp,
Metal Thangz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gong,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Charles Mingus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Swans,
The New Christs,
Skriet,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.