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 Costa Rica and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Deepchord,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delta 5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hoover,
Wally Richardson,
Black Flag,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
H. Thieme,
Model 500,
Schoolly D,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Green,
Stiv Bators,
Flamin' Groovies,
Goldenarms,
Y Pants,
Kenny Larkin,
Royal Trux,
kango's stein massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Circle Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Janne Schatter,
Vainqueur,
June Days,
MDC,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scratch Acid,
Surgeon,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Happenings,
Swans,
Fatback Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Essential Logic,
The American Breed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anakelly,
Swell Maps,
Fluxion,
The Red Krayola,
Suicide,
Byron Stingily,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Los Fastidios,
Gregory Isaacs,
Make Up,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dead C,
Marmalade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.