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 Russia and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Faraquet to the disco 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Association,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funky Four + One,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Skriet,
Bob Dylan,
Angry Samoans,
The Walker Brothers,
the Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Groovy Waters,
Ossler,
Eve St. Jones,
Carl Craig,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Duran Duran,
Wally Richardson,
Black Bananas,
the Slits,
The Mummies,
MDC,
Stetsasonic,
Cybotron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gun Club,
The Monochrome Set,
Brass Construction,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cramps,
Aaron Thompson,
The Vogues,
the Normal,
Lou Christie,
Banda Bassotti,
Bush Tetras,
Scion,
Maurizio,
The American Breed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
Fela Kuti,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Simply Red,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Wyatt,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero 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.