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 Taiwan and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Barry Ungar to the funk 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camouflage,
The Misunderstood,
Symarip,
Michelle Simonal,
Davy DMX,
Ultra Naté,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxy Music,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlback,
Buzzcocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brothers Johnson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Real Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Motorama,
Darondo,
Black Sheep,
The Moody Blues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aloha Tigers,
Quadrant,
Bad Manners,
Wire,
Cheater Slicks,
Barry Ungar,
Angry Samoans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang of Four,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anthony Braxton,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Bananas,
the Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Josef K,
Rites of Spring,
Mr. Review,
Dead Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warsaw,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sight & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
L. Decosne,
Funkadelic,
E-Dancer,
China Crisis,
The Slackers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faust,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Lynne,
Skarface,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.