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 Paraguay and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Arthur Verocai to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Freddie Wadling,
Excepter,
Tim Buckley,
Lightning Bolt,
Joey Negro,
The Smiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra,
The Move,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jawbox,
Jeff Mills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funkadelic,
Cybotron,
Robert Görl,
Sugar Minott,
Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-101,
Au Pairs,
The Real Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bad Manners,
Infiniti,
Pussy Galore,
Talk Talk,
Underground Resistance,
Average White Band,
The Trojans,
Organ,
Yusef Lateef,
Model 500,
FM Einheit,
Monolake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Guru Guru,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Hood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Enemy,
New Order,
Scan 7,
Drexciya,
Minnie Riperton,
Malaria!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The New Christs,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eden Ahbez,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonic Youth,
Intrusion,
The Five Americans,
The Dirtbombs,
Fatback Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.