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 Haiti and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cybotron to the crunk 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
Pagans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Starr,
Moebius,
Hardrive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camberwell Now,
Mad Mike,
New Order,
Donald Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
Banda Bassotti,
The Evens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zero Boys,
FM Einheit,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Davy DMX,
Letta Mbulu,
Pylon,
Buzzcocks,
Gabor Szabo,
A Certain Ratio,
cv313,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sällskapet,
Robert Görl,
Black Moon,
Yaz,
The Angels of Light,
X-101,
Kayak,
Al Stewart,
Terry Callier,
Tres Demented,
Joensuu 1685,
Procol Harum,
Derrick Morgan,
Fat Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Beau Brummels,
Bush Tetras,
Cal Tjader,
Public Enemy,
E-Dancer,
Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Godley & Creme,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.