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 Korea North and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Ice-T to the rock 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drive Like Jehu,
KRS-One,
The Mummies,
Isaac Hayes,
The Tremeloes,
Au Pairs,
Technova,
The Real Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Sneak,
The Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cybotron,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Age Steppers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kurtis Blow,
Siglo XX,
Camouflage,
Erykah Badu,
Moss Icon,
Aural Exciters,
Tubeway Army,
The Modern Lovers,
Slick Rick,
Boz Scaggs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Zapp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zero Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Brand Nubian,
Blossom Toes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pylon,
Nico,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lungfish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sexual Harrassment,
kango's stein massive,
OOIOO,
Ludus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Outsiders,
Ossler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick May,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deakin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joyce Sims,
June of 44,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.