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 Netherlands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arthur Verocai to the crunk 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Jimmy McGriff,
June of 44,
Adolescents,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Sherman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronan,
Bronski Beat,
Minny Pops,
Bang On A Can,
Rod Modell,
Eve St. Jones,
Mars,
K-Klass,
Make Up,
F. McDonald,
the Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
The Kinks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
DNA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Malaria!,
Gang Green,
The Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Surgeon,
The Barracudas,
Cybotron,
Nils Olav,
Whodini,
Graham Central Station,
Faraquet,
John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monochrome Set,
MC5,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultra Naté,
Guru Guru,
Accadde A,
Ice-T,
David Bowie,
cv313,
Ken Boothe,
The Flesh Eaters,
This Heat,
New Age Steppers,
The Real Kids,
Hashim,
Avey Tare,
Derrick May,
Stiv Bators,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.