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 Korea North and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blossom Toes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Gang Starr,
The Real Kids,
Suburban Knight,
E-Dancer,
Wire,
Lalann,
Television Personalities,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scion,
Swans,
Boredoms,
the Human League,
Fatback Band,
The Barracudas,
Black Moon,
Severed Heads,
Eli Mardock,
The Fortunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Move,
Amazonics,
Joe Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
The Kinks,
Camouflage,
Grey Daturas,
MDC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thompson Twins,
Skarface,
Unrelated Segments,
John Foxx,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gun Club,
Throbbing Gristle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nico,
The Neon Judgement,
Index,
Swell Maps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sister Nancy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
Barclay James Harvest,
Newcleus,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rufus Thomas,
Warsaw,
Ken Boothe,
Roxette,
Public Enemy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Idris Muhammad,
Cymande,
Wasted Youth,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.