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 Swaziland and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Erykah Badu to the techno 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cramps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Pus,
John Lydon,
Gong,
Nick Fraelich,
Schoolly D,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crooked Eye,
Babytalk,
Aaron Thompson,
Severed Heads,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anakelly,
Bluetip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
Fluxion,
Quadrant,
Gang Starr,
Pulsallama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Curtis Mayfield,
Iggy Pop,
Wasted Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
The J.B.'s,
The Last Poets,
The Martian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Audionom,
Mark Hollis,
Sällskapet,
CMW,
Faraquet,
Cluster,
MC5,
Swell Maps,
ABBA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Infiniti,
The Selecter,
Patti Smith,
T. Rex,
Metal Thangz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dark Day,
Vainqueur,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grauzone,
The Neon Judgement,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Clear Light,
Sam Rivers,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.