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 Maldives and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blake Baxter to the punk 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hashim,
The Gun Club,
Alice Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Peter and Kerry,
Radio Birdman,
Model 500,
the Fania All-Stars,
Audionom,
Hot Snakes,
The Wake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mantronix,
Bill Near,
Organ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Albert Ayler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
D'Angelo,
The Moleskins,
Rites of Spring,
Joy Division,
Blancmange,
Livin' Joy,
The United States of America,
Masters at Work,
Lee Hazlewood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glenn Branca,
Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
E-Dancer,
The Victims,
Supertramp,
Davy DMX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacques Brel,
Essential Logic,
Black Pus,
Negative Approach,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül,
Graham Central Station,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smoke,
Heaven 17,
Stetsasonic,
Bush Tetras,
The Kinks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Loose Ends,
La Düsseldorf,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wally Richardson,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.