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 Cyprus and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rap 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Cale,
The Zeros,
Visage,
Severed Heads,
Japan,
Moby Grape,
D'Angelo,
Alton Ellis,
Camouflage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Archie Shepp,
Vainqueur,
Duran Duran,
Parry Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul II Soul,
Y Pants,
Funkadelic,
China Crisis,
the Bar-Kays,
The Buckinghams,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spoonie Gee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
La Düsseldorf,
Ten City,
Jeff Mills,
Youth Brigade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bad Manners,
John Holt,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gichy Dan,
Metal Thangz,
Dead Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Whodini,
Accadde A,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Organ,
Charles Mingus,
Letta Mbulu,
Dennis Brown,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Last Poets,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lightning Bolt,
The Searchers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deadbeat,
10cc,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eli Mardock,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.