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 Bahamas and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
DNA,
Wolf Eyes,
Flash Fearless,
Scientists,
Malaria!,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Aaron Thompson,
Das Ding,
Black Moon,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Starr,
Angry Samoans,
Byron Stingily,
Freddie Wadling,
Quadrant,
Drexciya,
Matthew Bourne,
Hot Snakes,
Donny Hathaway,
Colin Newman,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Black Bananas,
Aural Exciters,
The Skatalites,
Accadde A,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Fraelich,
Severed Heads,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deepchord,
Terry Callier,
The Invisible,
Visage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Sonics,
The United States of America,
Marine Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Germs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lyres,
Fad Gadget,
Patti Smith,
Tommy Roe,
The Real Kids,
The Count Five,
Oneida,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Birthday Party,
The Busters,
Franke,
the Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Banda Bassotti,
Skarface,
Scott Walker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.