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 Bhutan and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Blackbyrds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
the Swans,
X-102,
Porter Ricks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Intrusion,
Isaac Hayes,
La Düsseldorf,
Television,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nik Kershaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skaos,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Terry,
The Evens,
Essential Logic,
Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
Skarface,
The Slackers,
Hasil Adkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Young Marble Giants,
ABBA,
Tom Boy,
Fatback Band,
DJ Style,
X-101,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moebius,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalann,
Ornette Coleman,
Anthony Braxton,
The Count Five,
Bill Near,
Minnie Riperton,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Germs,
China Crisis,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Görl,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gun Club,
Joe Finger,
Robert Hood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scientists,
Amazonics,
the Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Invisible,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.