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 India and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Slits to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unrelated Segments,
The Grass Roots,
Michelle Simonal,
EPMD,
Massinfluence,
Zero Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABC,
The Cure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bad Manners,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dawn Penn,
Sandy B,
Sonny Sharrock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arcadia,
H. Thieme,
Bill Near,
Dead Boys,
Rotary Connection,
PIL,
Moby Grape,
Brothers Johnson,
Thompson Twins,
Clear Light,
Camberwell Now,
Fear,
Lakeside,
Skriet,
Monolake,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Misunderstood,
Porter Ricks,
James White and The Blacks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Invisible,
Dennis Brown,
Suburban Knight,
June Days,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mark Hollis,
Alphaville,
The Angels of Light,
The Dead C,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mad Mike,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yazoo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Ituana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
E-Dancer,
The Golliwogs,
Lucky Dragons,
Funkadelic,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.