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 Chile and from Lyon.
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 Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Animal Collective to the funk 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Barry Ungar,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Kas Product,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers,
Rapeman,
Aural Exciters,
Quando Quango,
Nirvana,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Almond,
Shoche,
Drive Like Jehu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Motions,
The Wake,
Reuben Wilson,
UT,
Tom Boy,
The Knickerbockers,
Masters at Work,
Todd Rundgren,
U.S. Maple,
June of 44,
Danielle Patucci,
Hot Snakes,
Prince Buster,
Magma,
The Smoke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gladiators,
One Last Wish,
Black Pus,
The Last Poets,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mummies,
Easy Going,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Second Layer,
Brand Nubian,
Young Marble Giants,
Can,
Thompson Twins,
Spandau Ballet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker,
Jacob Miller,
Rites of Spring,
Animal Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Smog,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Wells,
Fad Gadget,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.