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 Nauru 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The United States of America,
The Grass Roots,
Henry Cow,
Robert Görl,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Black Flag,
Robert Hood,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare,
Marine Girls,
Prince Buster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oneida,
Fear,
Ronnie Foster,
Animal Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
Altered Images,
Basic Channel,
New Age Steppers,
Q65,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Enemy,
Todd Terry,
K-Klass,
Bad Manners,
The Fugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Section 25,
Model 500,
The Monochrome Set,
Barbara Tucker,
Excepter,
Joyce Sims,
The Cowsills,
The Modern Lovers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Bowie,
Accadde A,
CMW,
Yusef Lateef,
The Standells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Evens,
Erykah Badu,
Al Stewart,
Minor Threat,
Joensuu 1685,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suicide,
Howard Jones,
Outsiders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Infiniti,
the Germs,
The Saints,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.