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 Sudan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
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 linndrum 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 Half Japanese to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rekid,
Yellowson,
Bobby Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
The Black Dice,
JFA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dave Gahan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Wells,
Alton Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Ronan,
Deepchord,
Fear,
Smog,
Lou Christie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amazonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Almond,
EPMD,
Barbara Tucker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Associates,
Boredoms,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash,
Model 500,
Aaron Thompson,
Arthur Verocai,
Vladislav Delay,
The Music Machine,
Surgeon,
Lalann,
Letta Mbulu,
Malaria!,
Heaven 17,
Masters at Work,
Soft Machine,
The Angels of Light,
The Cramps,
Simply Red,
Scion,
Joy Division,
Cameo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Al Stewart,
Loose Ends,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Womack,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lungfish,
Bad Manners,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Japan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doors,
Andrew Hill,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.