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 Iceland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rap 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Silicon Teens,
Lakeside,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Yazoo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Seeds,
Little Man,
Eurythmics,
Essential Logic,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Hood,
Harry Pussy,
John Holt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Patti Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moleskins,
DJ Sneak,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Altered Images,
X-102,
The Durutti Column,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Danielle Patucci,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hoover,
Pussy Galore,
The New Christs,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cramps,
Animal Collective,
Section 25,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crooked Eye,
The Monochrome Set,
Blancmange,
Crime,
the Normal,
ABBA,
Sun City Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Howard Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Tom Boy,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Wyatt,
48th St. Collective,
the Sonics,
Can,
Marc Almond,
Bad Manners,
Whodini,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.