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 Germany and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Cure to the techno 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flipper,
Hot Snakes,
Scientists,
The Fugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Con Funk Shun,
Altered Images,
Lyres,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Zeros,
Cal Tjader,
Infiniti,
Ponytail,
the Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Hood,
Ultra Naté,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Black Pus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Clear Light,
Mo-Dettes,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amazonics,
Agitation Free,
The Star Department,
X-102,
Kenny Larkin,
Eurythmics,
One Last Wish,
Parry Music,
Iggy Pop,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nik Kershaw,
Crime,
The Saints,
Siglo XX,
EPMD,
The Pretty Things,
Anthony Braxton,
Boredoms,
The Kinks,
Gang Green,
Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ornette Coleman,
Fluxion,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.