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 Nepal and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pantytec to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Fall,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fugazi,
New York Dolls,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers,
The Dead C,
Surgeon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Knickerbockers,
K-Klass,
Black Flag,
Freddie Wadling,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Association,
L. Decosne,
Tubeway Army,
Unrelated Segments,
the Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
DNA,
Crooked Eye,
Harmonia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wally Richardson,
Urselle,
Marmalade,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Loose Ends,
The Move,
Thee Headcoats,
Cameo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare,
Hardrive,
Dave Gahan,
The Searchers,
Spoonie Gee,
Franke,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Depeche Mode,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Basic Channel,
The Associates,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacob Miller,
Ohio Players,
Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yaz,
Tres Demented,
Ken Boothe,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.