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 Ghana and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Columbus and Portland.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fear to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
E-Dancer,
Sugar Minott,
Cybotron,
Eli Mardock,
Yaz,
John Foxx,
The Sound,
Fatback Band,
The Pop Group,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nirvana,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Sherman,
H. Thieme,
Roxette,
Laurel Aitken,
The Techniques,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Babytalk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lungfish,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris Corsano,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Gang of Four,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sandy B,
Little Man,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maurizio,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Intrusion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kenny Larkin,
Qualms,
The Zeros,
Lou Christie,
Boredoms,
Public Image Ltd.,
F. McDonald,
David Axelrod,
The Offenders,
Johnny Clarke,
Bush Tetras,
Public Enemy,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Janne Schatter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.