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 Monaco and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 PIL to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Kinks,
Lungfish,
The Standells,
Organ,
The Music Machine,
The Count Five,
Severed Heads,
The Cramps,
Fad Gadget,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Sherman,
Qualms,
Aswad,
The Trojans,
Charles Mingus,
Thompson Twins,
Parry Music,
Cameo,
Half Japanese,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Starr,
Basic Channel,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalann,
the Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Style,
Ten City,
Derrick May,
Tim Buckley,
Echospace,
John Holt,
Scrapy,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bluetip,
Ronnie Foster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Au Pairs,
Marmalade,
Siglo XX,
Quantec,
DJ Sneak,
Animal Collective,
Interpol,
Guru Guru,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marvin Gaye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cymande,
Alison Limerick,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mad Mike,
Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
Simply Red,
Nas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fugazi,
Zero Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.