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 Zambia and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Urselle to the techno 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rekid,
Depeche Mode,
Kenny Larkin,
MC5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Motorama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantytec,
The Names,
Hashim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang On A Can,
Connie Case,
Nils Olav,
Young Marble Giants,
The Golliwogs,
Hot Snakes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magma,
The Toasters,
Lakeside,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ice-T,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Junior Murvin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scientists,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sparks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cybotron,
World's Most,
The Motions,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mummies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Hill,
Stereo Dub,
Sixth Finger,
Slick Rick,
The Buckinghams,
China Crisis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wally Richardson,
Index,
Dual Sessions,
Ultimate Spinach,
T.S.O.L.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
These Immortal Souls,
The Walker Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Yellowson,
Monolake,
Easy Going,
Lalann,
Faraquet,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.