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 Azerbaijan and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Alphaville to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Animal Collective,
John Holt,
Cymande,
LL Cool J,
Kenny Larkin,
The Trojans,
Bill Near,
Darondo,
Juan Atkins,
The Red Krayola,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
These Immortal Souls,
Silicon Teens,
Second Layer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ken Boothe,
Pagans,
Vladislav Delay,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tim Buckley,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Radio Birdman,
Michelle Simonal,
B.T. Express,
The Last Poets,
Depeche Mode,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minor Threat,
Eden Ahbez,
Babytalk,
The Fortunes,
Donald Byrd,
Boredoms,
Quantec,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Offenders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxette,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pole,
Fatback Band,
Cal Tjader,
Jacques Brel,
The Monochrome Set,
Fugazi,
Average White Band,
Visage,
Liliput,
Joy Division,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.