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 Zambia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Severed Heads to the grunge 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Christie,
Anakelly,
UT,
Zapp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed,
Judy Mowatt,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra,
Intrusion,
Fluxion,
the Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Warren Ellis,
China Crisis,
Quadrant,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Grass Roots,
Ice-T,
Joe Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aaron Thompson,
Minnie Riperton,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
Yusef Lateef,
Sandy B,
Scratch Acid,
Mandrill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lindisfarne,
Scrapy,
The Tremeloes,
Bronski Beat,
Black Pus,
Metal Thangz,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Hood,
F. McDonald,
Franke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Angels of Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Crooked Eye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dual Sessions,
PIL,
CMW,
Traffic Nightmare,
The American Breed,
Youth Brigade,
The Busters,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.