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 Kyrgyzstan and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 AZ to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Last Poets,
The Busters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quando Quango,
Tom Boy,
The Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Laurel Aitken,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heaven 17,
Altered Images,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moss Icon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delta 5,
AZ,
DJ Style,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monochrome Set,
Magazine,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker,
Godley & Creme,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül II,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mr. Review,
The Smoke,
The Trojans,
Yaz,
Agent Orange,
Second Layer,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Bananas,
Cecil Taylor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Black Dice,
Mission of Burma,
June Days,
Albert Ayler,
H. Thieme,
John Holt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ohio Players,
Grauzone,
Television Personalities,
Bluetip,
Charles Mingus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kevin Saunderson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Subhumans,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.