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 Brunei and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The American Breed to the disco 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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yusef Lateef,
Quadrant,
Mad Mike,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Young Rascals,
Eve St. Jones,
The Count Five,
Ice-T,
Mark Hollis,
The Fall,
48th St. Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter and Kerry,
Nirvana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The J.B.'s,
The Busters,
The Grass Roots,
Japan,
Scott Walker,
UT,
Rufus Thomas,
Tres Demented,
EPMD,
Scrapy,
Mission of Burma,
Negative Approach,
Fad Gadget,
Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neu!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Supertramp,
Dennis Brown,
Albert Ayler,
Inner City,
Jandek,
The Golliwogs,
The Slackers,
Pulsallama,
Dark Day,
Pagans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suicide,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Last Poets,
X-101,
Connie Case,
Blossom Toes,
New York Dolls,
Yaz,
Gabor Szabo,
Masters at Work,
The Standells,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.