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 Brunei and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Dawn Penn to the grime 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
KRS-One,
Circle Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alison Limerick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mandrill,
Radio Birdman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Josef K,
Khruangbin,
the Normal,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Audionom,
Panda Bear,
Nation of Ulysses,
F. McDonald,
Brand Nubian,
Interpol,
These Immortal Souls,
The Durutti Column,
The Gap Band,
Bill Near,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hoover,
the Fania All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fatback Band,
Soul II Soul,
Fugazi,
Gang Starr,
The Doors,
Scrapy,
Dead Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Jandek,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
The Last Poets,
Smog,
Ice-T,
Niagra,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra,
Camouflage,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mission of Burma,
Wolf Eyes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New York Dolls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delta 5,
Todd Terry,
The Offenders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MC5,
Chrome,
Whodini,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.