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 Congo and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Metal Thangz to the jazz 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Icehouse,
Flash Fearless,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Green,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Mills,
The Residents,
Clear Light,
Yazoo,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Soft Cell,
Faust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultra Naté,
Max Romeo,
Brand Nubian,
Los Fastidios,
Duran Duran,
Slick Rick,
Agent Orange,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Absolute Body Control,
Cybotron,
Lower 48,
Pantaleimon,
Lindisfarne,
Mr. Review,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Albert Ayler,
Fugazi,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Excepter,
This Heat,
The Techniques,
Eurythmics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sister Nancy,
Roger Hodgson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funkadelic,
Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wings,
Intrusion,
Organ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arthur Verocai,
Blake Baxter,
The Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aloha Tigers,
Motorama,
Rotary Connection,
Maurizio,
Harpers Bizarre,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.