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 Costa Rica and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Gories to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Wings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris & Cosey,
The Vogues,
MC5,
Moby Grape,
Smog,
Ossler,
The Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rites of Spring,
Surgeon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Skatalites,
Little Man,
Shoche,
Roger Hodgson,
Mandrill,
The Smiths,
Soft Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Certain Ratio,
Parry Music,
The Count Five,
China Crisis,
Tres Demented,
David McCallum,
The Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Q and Not U,
Swell Maps,
Colin Newman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liliput,
The Star Department,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funkadelic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
John Holt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siglo XX,
EPMD,
U.S. Maple,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
10cc,
Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.