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 Swaziland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 New Age Steppers to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Cybotron,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Real Kids,
Mission of Burma,
Moss Icon,
The Cramps,
Nas,
Bobby Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Glambeats Corp.,
In Retrospect,
Easy Going,
DJ Sneak,
Jeru the Damaja,
JFA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Absolute Body Control,
The Saints,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oblivians,
The Fortunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Wasted Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Bang On A Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fluxion,
L. Decosne,
The Barracudas,
Inner City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suicide,
The Offenders,
The Happenings,
Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Ituana,
Andrew Hill,
The Sound,
D'Angelo,
The Red Krayola,
Japan,
Sun City Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donald Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.