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 Israel and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 LL Cool J to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fire Engines,
Deakin,
Tom Boy,
LL Cool J,
X-101,
Japan,
Magazine,
Babytalk,
JFA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cymande,
Kool Moe Dee,
U.S. Maple,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young,
Kerri Chandler,
Kas Product,
The Saints,
Talk Talk,
The Standells,
Lower 48,
Interpol,
the Germs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Patti Smith,
The Skatalites,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Names,
Susan Cadogan,
Brothers Johnson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suburban Knight,
Make Up,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
The Pop Group,
The Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Bad Manners,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Modern Lovers,
the Slits,
Mandrill,
Silicon Teens,
Dead Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Sandy B,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker,
Alphaville,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.