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 Libya and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Faust to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Hood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wasted Youth,
Y Pants,
LL Cool J,
DNA,
The Searchers,
Tears for Fears,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed,
Clear Light,
Eurythmics,
Oblivians,
Fat Boys,
Lou Christie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drexciya,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantytec,
Youth Brigade,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young,
Lyres,
Bluetip,
Ice-T,
UT,
The Vogues,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zapp,
Audionom,
Boredoms,
One Last Wish,
Harry Pussy,
Cal Tjader,
Skarface,
World's Most,
Saccharine Trust,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cymande,
Warren Ellis,
Icehouse,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Görl,
Schoolly D,
Sister Nancy,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Terry,
Los Fastidios,
Absolute Body Control,
Amazonics,
Heaven 17,
Nirvana,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.