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 Libya and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Kevin Saunderson to the funk 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Niagra,
The Victims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maleditus Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Henry Cow,
Todd Rundgren,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echospace,
Blancmange,
Hashim,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Buckinghams,
Davy DMX,
Blossom Toes,
Joensuu 1685,
Scratch Acid,
Black Flag,
Harmonia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slits,
The Fall,
Lindisfarne,
Sonic Youth,
H. Thieme,
Funkadelic,
Alison Limerick,
The Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yellowson,
Animal Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Darondo,
Procol Harum,
Nick Fraelich,
Newcleus,
David Axelrod,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Clarke,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minutemen,
Angry Samoans,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Durutti Column,
Gichy Dan,
Suicide,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wings,
Kurtis Blow,
kango's stein massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Tremeloes,
Panda Bear,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.