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 Nigeria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Ossler to the disco 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
a-ha,
Agitation Free,
Das Ding,
Yellowson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Infiniti,
Yaz,
DJ Sneak,
Eurythmics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Qualms,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed,
The Walker Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
The Gun Club,
Minutemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Malaria!,
The Move,
The Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Soulsonic Force,
Dark Day,
Pantytec,
The Real Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Country Teasers,
The Wake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gories,
New Age Steppers,
The Martian,
Buzzcocks,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anthony Braxton,
EPMD,
Ice-T,
Todd Terry,
Model 500,
Man Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Mantronix,
Ken Boothe,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Misunderstood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cal Tjader,
The Fuzztones,
Jawbox,
The Selecter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Supertramp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.