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 South and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Public Enemy to the techno 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
World's Most,
Ohio Players,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gap Band,
Das Ding,
Arab on Radar,
Quantec,
Qualms,
Iggy Pop,
Eden Ahbez,
Talk Talk,
Lucky Dragons,
The Knickerbockers,
Tears for Fears,
Bad Manners,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joy Division,
The Moleskins,
Essential Logic,
Joyce Sims,
Minor Threat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
China Crisis,
Mission of Burma,
The Modern Lovers,
Marvin Gaye,
Davy DMX,
Byron Stingily,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moss Icon,
The Monochrome Set,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marine Girls,
Deakin,
Interpol,
Ten City,
Gang Green,
48th St. Collective,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Last Poets,
Jerry's Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Gong,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nik Kershaw,
Fatback Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ice-T,
Altered Images,
James White and The Blacks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Sonics,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.