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 Romania 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Mad Mike to the funk 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Royal Trux,
The Pop Group,
Niagra,
Eric Dolphy,
Crooked Eye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Panda Bear,
The Standells,
The J.B.'s,
Symarip,
The Stooges,
Girls At Our Best!,
FM Einheit,
Derrick May,
the Human League,
Desert Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Görl,
Dennis Brown,
Roxette,
Cybotron,
Yusef Lateef,
Aaron Thompson,
The Victims,
Dark Day,
EPMD,
The Associates,
Accadde A,
the Normal,
X-102,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronan,
John Coltrane,
AZ,
the Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liliput,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sam Rivers,
Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David McCallum,
Brothers Johnson,
Young Marble Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Don Cherry,
Terry Callier,
Masters at Work,
Can,
Bill Near,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Pus,
Patti Smith,
Trumans Water,
The Gories,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.