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 Seychelles and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Deadbeat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Guru Guru,
Rosa Yemen,
The Barracudas,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Near,
Delta 5,
Nik Kershaw,
Scion,
Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Surgeon,
Saccharine Trust,
Wire,
Mars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Index,
Rotary Connection,
Schoolly D,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Machine,
F. McDonald,
Severed Heads,
The New Christs,
Drive Like Jehu,
FM Einheit,
The Golliwogs,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Womack,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aloha Tigers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Red Krayola,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
EPMD,
Minnie Riperton,
Bush Tetras,
Lungfish,
Judy Mowatt,
Sugar Minott,
Deepchord,
the Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
The Wake,
Eric Copeland,
Y Pants,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerri Chandler,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Terry,
Howard Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.