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 Jordan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camouflage to the crunk 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Jeff Mills,
Au Pairs,
The Saints,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Goldenarms,
Public Enemy,
Todd Terry,
The Busters,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eve St. Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantytec,
Bang On A Can,
Bad Manners,
Saccharine Trust,
Bush Tetras,
Second Layer,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monochrome Set,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pere Ubu,
The Index,
Dave Gahan,
Parry Music,
The Golliwogs,
B.T. Express,
Black Flag,
T.S.O.L.,
Pierre Henry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
Black Moon,
Chris & Cosey,
Infiniti,
Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Junior Murvin,
Mad Mike,
Peter and Kerry,
Stereo Dub,
Alice Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
The Gladiators,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mummies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Duran Duran,
Monolake,
Dual Sessions,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.