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 Mauritania and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Dave Gahan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
KRS-One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drive Like Jehu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Niagra,
Janne Schatter,
Fad Gadget,
The Skatalites,
MDC,
Rapeman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Moon,
Los Fastidios,
The J.B.'s,
Albert Ayler,
Michelle Simonal,
Funkadelic,
Junior Murvin,
The Selecter,
Guru Guru,
John Holt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Associates,
Q and Not U,
Roxy Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rosa Yemen,
Young Marble Giants,
Audionom,
The Stooges,
Patti Smith,
Index,
LL Cool J,
Gregory Isaacs,
K-Klass,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
Howard Jones,
Lou Christie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erasure,
Crooked Eye,
Banda Bassotti,
La Düsseldorf,
Mad Mike,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Machine,
Cameo,
Rekid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.