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 South Africa and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Fatback Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
June of 44,
The Dead C,
MC5,
KRS-One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zapp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slick Rick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Das Ding,
Derrick May,
The Saints,
Glenn Branca,
Pagans,
Bush Tetras,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Archie Shepp,
The Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Metal Thangz,
Alton Ellis,
The Kinks,
Massinfluence,
The Toasters,
The Knickerbockers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heaven 17,
Altered Images,
Mantronix,
The United States of America,
Youth Brigade,
Eddi Front,
Robert Görl,
Nas,
Au Pairs,
The Angels of Light,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Near,
Sun City Girls,
Duran Duran,
the Human League,
Prince Buster,
Desert Stars,
Brick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
EPMD,
DJ Style,
Anakelly,
T.S.O.L.,
Severed Heads,
E-Dancer,
Robert Hood,
Deadbeat,
The Trojans,
Scientists,
Gang Green,
Underground Resistance,
Morten Harket,
Country Teasers,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.