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 Benin and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kurtis Blow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
48th St. Collective,
Ossler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Intrusion,
Unwound,
Radio Birdman,
Royal Trux,
the Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Wings,
the Association,
Subhumans,
Soulsonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roger Hodgson,
Sam Rivers,
Duran Duran,
Black Sheep,
Moebius,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television,
Television Personalities,
Michelle Simonal,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Bananas,
Sonic Youth,
Negative Approach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ohio Players,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantytec,
Blossom Toes,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash,
Babytalk,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Clarke,
Reagan Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pole,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare,
Skaos,
June Days,
Kas Product,
Grey Daturas,
Ludus,
Gong,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sällskapet,
Bauhaus,
Brothers Johnson,
Newcleus,
Bob Dylan,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.