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 Lebanon and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Ken Boothe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Holt,
Brand Nubian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Rekid,
Morten Harket,
Warsaw,
The Remains,
Reuben Wilson,
The New Christs,
China Crisis,
Scrapy,
Ultra Naté,
Saccharine Trust,
The Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
The Martian,
Bootsy Collins,
Alice Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Black Pus,
Reagan Youth,
The Black Dice,
Zero Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
U.S. Maple,
Albert Ayler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arthur Verocai,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bush Tetras,
Iggy Pop,
Stereo Dub,
Fela Kuti,
Marine Girls,
Hoover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
H. Thieme,
The Fall,
Eric Copeland,
Stiv Bators,
The Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Country Teasers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David McCallum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gories,
Marc Almond,
Minor Threat,
Arcadia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ice-T,
John Coltrane,
The Names,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lakeside,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.