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 Nicaragua 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joey Negro to the dance 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Motorama,
Alice Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Janne Schatter,
Lucky Dragons,
The Five Americans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jawbox,
Cheater Slicks,
Sugar Minott,
David Axelrod,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drexciya,
Peter & Gordon,
Young Marble Giants,
The Stooges,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heaven 17,
Marc Almond,
Country Teasers,
Ituana,
Mo-Dettes,
Absolute Body Control,
Panda Bear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Urselle,
Simply Red,
Bootsy Collins,
Funkadelic,
The Vogues,
Pole,
Althea and Donna,
Jacques Brel,
Wings,
Rakim,
Easy Going,
Negative Approach,
cv313,
Pylon,
Sound Behaviour,
Agitation Free,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül II,
Nirvana,
Reuben Wilson,
Cameo,
Faraquet,
Mission of Burma,
Black Bananas,
New Age Steppers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barrington Levy,
The Mojo Men,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Crime,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.