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 Morocco and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amon Düül to the grime 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cosmic Jokers,
PIL,
Joe Smooth,
The Wake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zapp,
Dual Sessions,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonic Youth,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Surgeon,
The Techniques,
Black Flag,
Shuggie Otis,
Yusef Lateef,
Youth Brigade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liliput,
Cal Tjader,
Young Marble Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joensuu 1685,
Bush Tetras,
Funky Four + One,
Chris & Cosey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Juan Atkins,
New Order,
Freddie Wadling,
Reagan Youth,
Joey Negro,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Whodini,
This Heat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharoah Sanders,
Saccharine Trust,
Alice Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jandek,
Vladislav Delay,
DNA,
Aloha Tigers,
The Red Krayola,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiohead,
The Selecter,
June of 44,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.