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 Libya and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Marshall Jefferson to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
Michelle Simonal,
Sandy B,
Gregory Isaacs,
Steve Hackett,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ludus,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül,
Byron Stingily,
Slave,
The American Breed,
Boz Scaggs,
FM Einheit,
The Buckinghams,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faust,
The United States of America,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slick Rick,
Suburban Knight,
Unwound,
The Standells,
Sonic Youth,
Ituana,
The Divine Comedy,
Anthony Braxton,
Make Up,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Martian,
This Heat,
Glenn Branca,
Stereo Dub,
Von Mondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare,
Stiv Bators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
David Bowie,
Bluetip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sixth Finger,
Rekid,
Blake Baxter,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalann,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cramps,
Sex Pistols,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.