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 Lebanon and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Captain Beefheart 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 MC5 to the rap 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Iggy Pop,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Womack,
The Invisible,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monks,
the Swans,
Index,
Saccharine Trust,
Idris Muhammad,
Sparks,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
World's Most,
Young Marble Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sugar Minott,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hoover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
kango's stein massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angry Samoans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joyce Sims,
Fat Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cramps,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smiths,
New York Dolls,
Shoche,
Massinfluence,
DJ Sneak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Brass Construction,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vainqueur,
Rakim,
The Doors,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Music Machine,
Crime,
Dual Sessions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agent Orange,
Man Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
Minutemen,
Reagan Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T.S.O.L.,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.