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 Mongolia and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deepchord to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
U.S. Maple,
This Heat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
Fear,
Faust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gap Band,
June of 44,
Monks,
Royal Trux,
Prince Buster,
The Red Krayola,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moby Grape,
John Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Panda Bear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dawn Penn,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maurizio,
The Doors,
Radiopuhelimet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sonics,
China Crisis,
Wire,
The Count Five,
Tubeway Army,
Toni Rubio,
Icehouse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mars,
The Cure,
a-ha,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Starr,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smoke,
K-Klass,
Animal Collective,
Infiniti,
Rod Modell,
Ohio Players,
48th St. Collective,
David Axelrod,
The Vogues,
Whodini,
Throbbing Gristle,
Babytalk,
Franke,
Kurtis Blow,
KRS-One,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.