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 Bhutan and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minny Pops to the funk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quantec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Max Romeo,
Ohio Players,
Malaria!,
Joensuu 1685,
Second Layer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Flipper,
Hashim,
John Holt,
Donny Hathaway,
Tommy Roe,
Black Sheep,
The Names,
Rufus Thomas,
Kas Product,
Camouflage,
One Last Wish,
Bad Manners,
UT,
John Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pop Group,
Motorama,
The Fall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slave,
Lalann,
Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blues Magoos,
Smog,
Gil Scott Heron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed,
Graham Central Station,
Kenny Larkin,
Minnie Riperton,
ABBA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rekid,
Jeff Mills,
Man Eating Sloth,
U.S. Maple,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lungfish,
The Star Department,
Television Personalities,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warsaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Japan,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.