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 Andorra and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Wire,
LL Cool J,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sällskapet,
Swell Maps,
Banda Bassotti,
The Martian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Idris Muhammad,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nas,
Joey Negro,
the Slits,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Style,
Lalann,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Near,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stetsasonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Can,
MC5,
Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
Jeff Mills,
The Associates,
Make Up,
DJ Sneak,
Guru Guru,
Jawbox,
Charles Mingus,
Malaria!,
The Selecter,
Fear,
Grey Daturas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scientists,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Organ,
Leonard Cohen,
Sixth Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
The Divine Comedy,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash,
Japan,
Marmalade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.