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 Peru and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
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 snare 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 Skaos to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalann,
Mad Mike,
Fat Boys,
Roxette,
Joy Division,
Echospace,
Zapp,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül,
Rekid,
David Axelrod,
Motorama,
The Searchers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ralphi Rosario,
Max Romeo,
Marine Girls,
Chrome,
Ice-T,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Toni Rubio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Schoolly D,
Chris Corsano,
Sixth Finger,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed,
Zero Boys,
The Real Kids,
Hashim,
Lucky Dragons,
Sound Behaviour,
The J.B.'s,
Mission of Burma,
The Vogues,
The Gladiators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Second Layer,
the Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rod Modell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pretty Things,
The Sound,
Eddi Front,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.