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 Kosovo and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the techno 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Angry Samoans,
Ohio Players,
DNA,
Amon Düül,
The Monochrome Set,
ABC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Terry Callier,
Tears for Fears,
Masters at Work,
Dawn Penn,
Malaria!,
The Techniques,
The Trojans,
Scientists,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marvin Gaye,
U.S. Maple,
Faust,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Kinks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agent Orange,
Groovy Waters,
The Fugs,
Mo-Dettes,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Hill,
Hot Snakes,
Wire,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Colin Newman,
Royal Trux,
Tom Boy,
Ultravox,
The Cowsills,
Interpol,
Magazine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bauhaus,
The Dead C,
10cc,
the Normal,
Wolf Eyes,
Yusef Lateef,
AZ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Franke,
Organ,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.