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 Gambia and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Scientists to the electroclash 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hoover,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monks,
Eric Dolphy,
Shoche,
Aaron Thompson,
Grey Daturas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Subhumans,
Thompson Twins,
Max Romeo,
Scientists,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick Morgan,
Audionom,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Qualms,
Desert Stars,
Technova,
Boz Scaggs,
Monolake,
Tres Demented,
Sonic Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
the Normal,
Trumans Water,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Wells,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Association,
Ituana,
Gang Green,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ice-T,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Parry Music,
Bad Manners,
World's Most,
The Martian,
Camberwell Now,
Chrome,
Yazoo,
PIL,
Silicon Teens,
Reagan Youth,
Mr. Review,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Görl,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Easy Going,
Isaac Hayes,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.