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 Australia and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 KRS-One to the dance 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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Wings,
Hot Snakes,
Bronski Beat,
Chris & Cosey,
New York Dolls,
Harry Pussy,
Roxette,
Lower 48,
The Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
The Standells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
Severed Heads,
Chrome,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cowsills,
Massinfluence,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David McCallum,
Television,
Faraquet,
Brand Nubian,
Jacques Brel,
The Names,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
The Star Department,
the Association,
Minny Pops,
The Five Americans,
Gong,
Marine Girls,
Moss Icon,
Dark Day,
The Offenders,
The Techniques,
The Divine Comedy,
The Vogues,
Make Up,
The Count Five,
Pole,
The Move,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quando Quango,
H. Thieme,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quantec,
Little Man,
Sixth Finger,
Newcleus,
Hoover,
Arthur Verocai,
Bizarre Inc.,
Silicon Teens,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.