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 Chad and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Knickerbockers to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Vladislav Delay,
John Lydon,
Suburban Knight,
Organ,
Sexual Harrassment,
Letta Mbulu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Silicon Teens,
The Martian,
The Durutti Column,
Brass Construction,
a-ha,
Altered Images,
Inner City,
Radio Birdman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quadrant,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tom Boy,
Talk Talk,
Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
LL Cool J,
Rod Modell,
The Neon Judgement,
Skarface,
Ice-T,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Connie Case,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scion,
Mandrill,
Negative Approach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oblivians,
Pulsallama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barry Ungar,
Fat Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Gang Dance,
R.M.O.,
E-Dancer,
DNA,
Dawn Penn,
Dennis Brown,
Zapp,
Average White Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skriet,
Bobby Womack,
The Techniques,
Buzzcocks,
MDC,
H. Thieme,
Radiohead,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.