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 Congo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Normal to the rap 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Bronski Beat,
Wasted Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Cluster,
Kurtis Blow,
Saccharine Trust,
PIL,
Wire,
Morten Harket,
Lightning Bolt,
48th St. Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Hoover,
Moby Grape,
Peter and Kerry,
Pussy Galore,
Camouflage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drexciya,
Tubeway Army,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
cv313,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fat Boys,
The Kinks,
the Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül,
Danielle Patucci,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vainqueur,
Von Mondo,
Eve St. Jones,
Crooked Eye,
The Five Americans,
The Buckinghams,
Darondo,
Scion,
Gong,
The Offenders,
Lower 48,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stereo Dub,
10cc,
Nas,
Visage,
Jeff Mills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nico,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mojo Men,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Lydon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang On A Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.