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 Slovenia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the crunk 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Sam Rivers,
Symarip,
Maleditus Sound,
The Offenders,
Desert Stars,
Joe Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Bananas,
AZ,
Q and Not U,
Bob Dylan,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faraquet,
Arab on Radar,
H. Thieme,
the Sonics,
D'Angelo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slackers,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Intrusion,
Reagan Youth,
Goldenarms,
Letta Mbulu,
X-Ray Spex,
Shoche,
Althea and Donna,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pole,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Juan Atkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
One Last Wish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Machine,
Motorama,
The Last Poets,
MDC,
The Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
Shuggie Otis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Mills,
a-ha,
Lindisfarne,
Brand Nubian,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.