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 United Kingdom and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Buckinghams to the rap 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Slave,
Urselle,
Fad Gadget,
Idris Muhammad,
The Remains,
K-Klass,
Flash Fearless,
Procol Harum,
The Grass Roots,
Michelle Simonal,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sonics,
The Litter,
Monolake,
Max Romeo,
Siglo XX,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yazoo,
Q65,
Mark Hollis,
Faust,
Jawbox,
Rekid,
Smog,
The Angels of Light,
The Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Fluxion,
Junior Murvin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Finger,
Sun City Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camouflage,
LL Cool J,
Underground Resistance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Barracudas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quadrant,
The Invisible,
Scientists,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blancmange,
OOIOO,
Blake Baxter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sight & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Danielle Patucci,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.