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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Subhumans 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Archie Shepp,
Tears for Fears,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Gang Gang Dance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Inner City,
Glenn Branca,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Germs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Count Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June Days,
Masters at Work,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sandy B,
The Kinks,
The Blackbyrds,
Lakeside,
Bush Tetras,
Faraquet,
Patti Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Amazonics,
Dead Boys,
Nirvana,
Mad Mike,
The Remains,
Lyres,
Niagra,
Harry Pussy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Kurtis Blow,
Joy Division,
EPMD,
Loose Ends,
FM Einheit,
Eve St. Jones,
Metal Thangz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Josef K,
The Walker Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
E-Dancer,
Dark Day,
Scion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skaos,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.