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 Mauritania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 R.M.O. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Bowie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül,
Bluetip,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Lakeside,
Aaron Thompson,
June Days,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Selecter,
Ultravox,
Mantronix,
Anakelly,
Lindisfarne,
Accadde A,
The Happenings,
DJ Sneak,
Zapp,
Delta 5,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mr. Review,
Rekid,
The Five Americans,
Erykah Badu,
Half Japanese,
Q and Not U,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Interpol,
The Raincoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Lower 48,
Magma,
Pantytec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Germs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Sex Pistols,
Minutemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marmalade,
Goldenarms,
Duran Duran,
Brand Nubian,
Jacques Brel,
Anthony Braxton,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Skatalites,
The Star Department,
The Fall,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.