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 Jordan and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flipper to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Cybotron,
Patti Smith,
Animal Collective,
The Doors,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arcadia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Infiniti,
Moebius,
Donald Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Khruangbin,
Fear,
Grey Daturas,
Quadrant,
Gabor Szabo,
Don Cherry,
Lou Christie,
Amazonics,
Josef K,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quantec,
Iggy Pop,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronan,
Symarip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Kurtis Blow,
Jandek,
The Cramps,
Gichy Dan,
The Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül,
X-101,
Slave,
The Techniques,
New Age Steppers,
Buzzcocks,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra,
Make Up,
The Knickerbockers,
Shoche,
Lyres,
The Pop Group,
The Gladiators,
The Leaves,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Terry,
Cal Tjader,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boredoms,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.