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 Namibia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 MDC to the grunge 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zero Boys,
Jacob Miller,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Real Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Bourne,
Whodini,
Vladislav Delay,
Clear Light,
Shoche,
Symarip,
Joey Negro,
Dual Sessions,
Agent Orange,
Gang Green,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronnie Foster,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantytec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül II,
A Certain Ratio,
Fat Boys,
Boredoms,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Standells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camberwell Now,
Technova,
The Neon Judgement,
In Retrospect,
Oneida,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Lynne,
Marine Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Ice-T,
Freddie Wadling,
The Buckinghams,
Pantaleimon,
Echospace,
Yaz,
Fatback Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Supertramp,
Kas Product,
Lucky Dragons,
Harry Pussy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alphaville,
Wally Richardson,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.