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 Sudan and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 The Smoke to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Leaves,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Panda Bear,
the Swans,
Barrington Levy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bluetip,
Lou Christie,
Marine Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalann,
Ohio Players,
Scrapy,
A Certain Ratio,
Yellowson,
The Last Poets,
Stereo Dub,
Man Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unrelated Segments,
Chrome,
Moebius,
Joy Division,
The Fuzztones,
Whodini,
Vainqueur,
Siglo XX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
The Index,
Scion,
Excepter,
Jeff Mills,
Brothers Johnson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Basic Channel,
Nik Kershaw,
Metal Thangz,
Aaron Thompson,
the Soft Cell,
Skaos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
H. Thieme,
The Fugs,
Y Pants,
Kas Product,
Tim Buckley,
Sixth Finger,
The Standells,
The Pretty Things,
KRS-One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mantronix,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.