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 Somalia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 David Bowie to the crunk 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Soulsonic Force,
Severed Heads,
The Grass Roots,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dual Sessions,
Vladislav Delay,
Skaos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radio Birdman,
X-Ray Spex,
Janne Schatter,
Q65,
Agent Orange,
Ponytail,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donald Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rosa Yemen,
Suicide,
The Residents,
The Raincoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Sneak,
Unwound,
Au Pairs,
The Invisible,
Lower 48,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Livin' Joy,
48th St. Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Stiv Bators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Charles Mingus,
Procol Harum,
The Wake,
Chrome,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mojo Men,
The J.B.'s,
Funkadelic,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Byron Stingily,
Skarface,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Rod Modell,
The Red Krayola,
B.T. Express,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.