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 Zimbabwe and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Davy DMX to the rock 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Oblivians,
Connie Case,
Crooked Eye,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arcadia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Little Man,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Starr,
Heaven 17,
Bauhaus,
Slave,
Das Ding,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lindisfarne,
Terrestrial Tones,
PIL,
Sound Behaviour,
The Raincoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick May,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Selecter,
The Cowsills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Icehouse,
Eve St. Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mummies,
Theoretical Girls,
Mad Mike,
Pylon,
Kenny Larkin,
The Buckinghams,
Tom Boy,
Swans,
Massinfluence,
Funky Four + One,
Bang On A Can,
Janne Schatter,
Radiohead,
Glenn Branca,
Rod Modell,
Bad Manners,
X-101,
The Golliwogs,
The Moleskins,
Circle Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
Essential Logic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Sheep,
Underground Resistance,
10cc,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Loose Ends,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.