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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Desert Stars to the disco 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
cv313,
the Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Drexciya,
The Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Offenders,
Johnny Clarke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cure,
Inner City,
Shoche,
Erykah Badu,
Essential Logic,
Rapeman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Boz Scaggs,
Gabor Szabo,
Loose Ends,
Terrestrial Tones,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül,
Deakin,
E-Dancer,
Cameo,
Gong,
La Düsseldorf,
Mission of Burma,
LL Cool J,
The Black Dice,
Moby Grape,
Stiv Bators,
Section 25,
AZ,
The Cowsills,
Hashim,
Brick,
Radiohead,
The Toasters,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Bush Tetras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare,
Cheater Slicks,
June of 44,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gladiators,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Audionom,
Josef K,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.