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 Zimbabwe and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Mark Hollis to the grime 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Surgeon,
Slave,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wasted Youth,
Severed Heads,
Thompson Twins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
KRS-One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Human League,
John Holt,
Toni Rubio,
New Age Steppers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brass Construction,
The Cowsills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris & Cosey,
Jandek,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sällskapet,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tom Boy,
X-101,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
F. McDonald,
Moby Grape,
Nirvana,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
Pulsallama,
Ice-T,
Erykah Badu,
Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The J.B.'s,
Donald Byrd,
JFA,
Wally Richardson,
Minutemen,
Eric Copeland,
Roxy Music,
Robert Hood,
Wings,
Peter & Gordon,
The United States of America,
The Divine Comedy,
Alphaville,
Fat Boys,
Lakeside,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.