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 Togo and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blancmange 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Popol Vuh,
Bronski Beat,
Tres Demented,
The Monks,
The Litter,
Con Funk Shun,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Frankie Knuckles,
Duran Duran,
Spandau Ballet,
Gabor Szabo,
The Searchers,
Sandy B,
Eve St. Jones,
Surgeon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sixth Finger,
Newcleus,
Jawbox,
Danielle Patucci,
Sex Pistols,
June Days,
Johnny Osbourne,
Iggy Pop,
David McCallum,
Bang On A Can,
The Martian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glenn Branca,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aloha Tigers,
Stiv Bators,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerri Chandler,
Vladislav Delay,
Rosa Yemen,
Silicon Teens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Schoolly D,
Interpol,
Television Personalities,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Wells,
The Victims,
Pulsallama,
Laurel Aitken,
Eddi Front,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Fraelich,
Cecil Taylor,
Hashim,
Isaac Hayes,
Crash Course in Science,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Starr,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.