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 Thailand and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 cv313 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Althea and Donna,
Babytalk,
Oneida,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Count Five,
Los Fastidios,
Second Layer,
Gang Green,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick Morgan,
Piero Umiliani,
Radio Birdman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Davy DMX,
Q and Not U,
The Kinks,
X-102,
The Pretty Things,
Max Romeo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skaos,
World's Most,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Desert Stars,
Nils Olav,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
The Shadows of Knight,
Henry Cow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Hill,
CMW,
The Slits,
Au Pairs,
Marine Girls,
Smog,
Ice-T,
The Index,
Gang of Four,
Unwound,
Danielle Patucci,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül II,
Darondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Freddie Wadling,
The Associates,
Soulsonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Raincoats,
The Sonics,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.