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 Norway and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Martian,
Subhumans,
John Holt,
Avey Tare,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Mars,
Moebius,
T. Rex,
Erasure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marine Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
the Slits,
Jacob Miller,
Reuben Wilson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Searchers,
AZ,
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Names,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Index,
Cal Tjader,
Stetsasonic,
Half Japanese,
Arab on Radar,
Suburban Knight,
Yellowson,
Das Ding,
Rekid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Niagra,
48th St. Collective,
Chrome,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dave Gahan,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick May,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultra Naté,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Simply Red,
Cecil Taylor,
Crooked Eye,
Jandek,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Terry,
The Fortunes,
Silicon Teens,
Iggy Pop,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.