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 Turkey and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Janne Schatter to the rap 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod 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 punk 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Matthew Bourne,
Motorama,
Neil Young,
June Days,
48th St. Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sex Pistols,
Peter and Kerry,
The Tremeloes,
Skarface,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slackers,
Youth Brigade,
The Gladiators,
Michelle Simonal,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moss Icon,
The Knickerbockers,
Visage,
Skriet,
Magma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Goldenarms,
Joe Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heaven 17,
Stereo Dub,
Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
Faust,
John Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lindisfarne,
Zero Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gun Club,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Grass Roots,
Guru Guru,
The Mummies,
Donald Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thee Headcoats,
Little Man,
The Real Kids,
The Trojans,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wings,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.