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 Lithuania and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris Corsano,
Con Funk Shun,
Crooked Eye,
The Divine Comedy,
Cameo,
Spoonie Gee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Motions,
Flipper,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers,
Anakelly,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
The Raincoats,
Eve St. Jones,
Patti Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
China Crisis,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Wyatt,
The Offenders,
Kayak,
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat,
Bad Manners,
Newcleus,
Rekid,
Drexciya,
Zero Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Mr. Review,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
The Leaves,
The Monochrome Set,
The Golliwogs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scion,
Altered Images,
Ponytail,
The Invisible,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Foxx,
Skriet,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-102,
Toni Rubio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camouflage,
Funkadelic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.