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 Syria and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tom Boy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tubeway Army,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aloha Tigers,
David Axelrod,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minor Threat,
Monolake,
Mantronix,
Intrusion,
Pantytec,
Aswad,
The Slackers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Index,
The Knickerbockers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Goldenarms,
The Selecter,
Agitation Free,
New Age Steppers,
Panda Bear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dave Gahan,
DNA,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Osbourne,
Schoolly D,
Negative Approach,
Reuben Wilson,
The Victims,
Saccharine Trust,
The J.B.'s,
A Certain Ratio,
Underground Resistance,
Second Layer,
Arab on Radar,
Surgeon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ohio Players,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Can,
Gang of Four,
The Five Americans,
The Offenders,
Severed Heads,
Camberwell Now,
Judy Mowatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Bourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yaz,
Tommy Roe,
Josef K,
Rod Modell,
Au Pairs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lyres,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.