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 Grenada and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tubeway Army to the grunge 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Connie Case,
X-102,
DJ Style,
Alton Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vainqueur,
The Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Sex Pistols,
cv313,
The Neon Judgement,
La Düsseldorf,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Womack,
The Grass Roots,
Deepchord,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sparks,
Tres Demented,
Morten Harket,
The American Breed,
B.T. Express,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quadrant,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
This Heat,
Zapp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Main Source,
Dead Boys,
Mantronix,
The Misunderstood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scratch Acid,
The Gap Band,
Bill Wells,
New Order,
Inner City,
Zero Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Infiniti,
Q65,
The Birthday Party,
New York Dolls,
Moss Icon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fall,
Ice-T,
Juan Atkins,
Siglo XX,
X-101,
UT,
Crash Course in Science,
Blossom Toes,
Organ,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.