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 Nepal and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
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 chamberlin 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 Tom Boy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quadrant,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
In Retrospect,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siglo XX,
Television,
Wally Richardson,
the Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Malaria!,
Y Pants,
Tres Demented,
Neu!,
Reuben Wilson,
KRS-One,
Cal Tjader,
Technova,
Easy Going,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra,
Yusef Lateef,
The Knickerbockers,
Grey Daturas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
Tommy Roe,
Wasted Youth,
Deepchord,
New Order,
Bobby Womack,
Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Laurel Aitken,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barbara Tucker,
Leonard Cohen,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doors,
Intrusion,
The Martian,
Suburban Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Liliput,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skriet,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Sheep,
Alphaville,
Groovy Waters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.