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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Depeche Mode to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Motions,
Tears for Fears,
Hardrive,
Fatback Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Popol Vuh,
The Blackbyrds,
Erasure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Graham Central Station,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker,
Cameo,
Jandek,
The Names,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Can,
The Red Krayola,
Rekid,
Royal Trux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
World's Most,
Flamin' Groovies,
Henry Cow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Pus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scan 7,
Traffic Nightmare,
a-ha,
Negative Approach,
Ken Boothe,
Ornette Coleman,
Connie Case,
Derrick May,
The Last Poets,
Shoche,
Yazoo,
Agent Orange,
Little Man,
Darondo,
Mantronix,
Delon & Dalcan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ohio Players,
Q and Not U,
Buzzcocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobbi Humphrey,
FM Einheit,
Scratch Acid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Teasers,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Byron Stingily,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.