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 Rwanda and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Nico to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Suburban Knight,
Trumans Water,
Todd Terry,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Martian,
Gong,
The Evens,
The Toasters,
John Holt,
Infiniti,
Boz Scaggs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Connie Case,
Brass Construction,
Organ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Newcleus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ituana,
Roger Hodgson,
Minnie Riperton,
Ken Boothe,
DNA,
the Bar-Kays,
Pierre Henry,
UT,
Alton Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
Mad Mike,
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions,
Donald Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Joyce Sims,
Bob Dylan,
Crash Course in Science,
Bush Tetras,
Cymande,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Morten Harket,
Country Teasers,
Fat Boys,
Intrusion,
The Residents,
KRS-One,
Soul II Soul,
Rod Modell,
The Dirtbombs,
The Busters,
David McCallum,
Davy DMX,
Derrick May,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.