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 Solomon Islands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the funk 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Animal Collective,
Chrome,
Fatback Band,
Hardrive,
The Evens,
Gong,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Sneak,
the Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
The Leaves,
Visage,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Japan,
Royal Trux,
Section 25,
Joyce Sims,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Style,
Boz Scaggs,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camberwell Now,
Alison Limerick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Morten Harket,
Thompson Twins,
Skarface,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rod Modell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rites of Spring,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suicide,
The Litter,
Cal Tjader,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick May,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris & Cosey,
Slick Rick,
DNA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amazonics,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mad Mike,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Juan Atkins,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.