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 Togo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Gang Green to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Tom Boy,
Sugar Minott,
Barbara Tucker,
John Lydon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sixth Finger,
MDC,
Anthony Braxton,
Babytalk,
Hardrive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Newcleus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fat Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Joy Division,
Camouflage,
Harmonia,
Urselle,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Holt,
Mr. Review,
Sällskapet,
Wire,
10cc,
Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Clear Light,
Laurel Aitken,
B.T. Express,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wings,
The Motions,
The Sound,
Dead Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Symarip,
The Pop Group,
The Mojo Men,
AZ,
Todd Terry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MC5,
Intrusion,
Tommy Roe,
Eurythmics,
Bush Tetras,
The Skatalites,
Moby Grape,
Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
The Move,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.