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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
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 marimba 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 The Dead C to the rap 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Excepter,
Skarface,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monochrome Set,
Model 500,
Grey Daturas,
The Kinks,
T. Rex,
Laurel Aitken,
Dennis Brown,
B.T. Express,
Bluetip,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mojo Men,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Adolescents,
The Moody Blues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Iggy Pop,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
L. Decosne,
Mad Mike,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Motorama,
Dead Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
World's Most,
Jeff Lynne,
DNA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David McCallum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erykah Badu,
The Tremeloes,
Susan Cadogan,
Organ,
Isaac Hayes,
Flash Fearless,
Qualms,
Albert Ayler,
The Saints,
Nirvana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pole,
the Normal,
The Happenings,
KRS-One,
Absolute Body Control,
Connie Case,
Trumans Water,
Bad Manners,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stereo Dub,
Eden Ahbez,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.