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 Vietnam and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Fugs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Icehouse,
Massinfluence,
K-Klass,
Tres Demented,
Dead Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warsaw,
Black Pus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Royal Trux,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Babytalk,
The Fugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Litter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dual Sessions,
Severed Heads,
Colin Newman,
Quadrant,
Joe Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warren Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Minor Threat,
Lee Hazlewood,
EPMD,
John Holt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jawbox,
Hoover,
The Techniques,
Second Layer,
Vainqueur,
Procol Harum,
Traffic Nightmare,
UT,
Marvin Gaye,
Zapp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sexual Harrassment,
China Crisis,
Bobby Womack,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-101,
Pole,
The Standells,
Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Offenders,
Donald Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Supertramp,
Half Japanese,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Y Pants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Copeland,
The Remains,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.