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 Israel and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Technova to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Techniques,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cowsills,
David McCallum,
Babytalk,
Roxy Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The New Christs,
Faust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Kinks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Smooth,
Kas Product,
Mars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultravox,
Al Stewart,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
Marvin Gaye,
Yusef Lateef,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Toni Rubio,
The Neon Judgement,
Altered Images,
Liliput,
Bauhaus,
Lalann,
The Standells,
Maurizio,
The Moleskins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Charles Mingus,
Flamin' Groovies,
D'Angelo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sam Rivers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barry Ungar,
The Slackers,
Wings,
Bluetip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funkadelic,
Intrusion,
Terry Callier,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Grauzone,
Essential Logic,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.