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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skarface,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABC,
Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tim Buckley,
The Dirtbombs,
The Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Swans,
Agitation Free,
Newcleus,
Section 25,
Malaria!,
Chrome,
Gang Gang Dance,
Metal Thangz,
Wings,
Spandau Ballet,
John Coltrane,
Scientists,
the Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Skriet,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Fraelich,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick May,
Reuben Wilson,
B.T. Express,
Amazonics,
The Sonics,
the Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gong,
Lindisfarne,
Erykah Badu,
The Gap Band,
a-ha,
The Cure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rapeman,
Heaven 17,
Rufus Thomas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Count Five,
Nils Olav,
Television Personalities,
Basic Channel,
Brass Construction,
K-Klass,
Buzzcocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tres Demented,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Charles Mingus,
The Saints,
EPMD,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.