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 Tonga 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Minor Threat to the disco 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Copeland,
The Sonics,
The Skatalites,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül II,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gabor Szabo,
Von Mondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Dead Boys,
Goldenarms,
The J.B.'s,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Model 500,
Mad Mike,
The Slits,
The Misunderstood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jandek,
Pierre Henry,
Oneida,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
One Last Wish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alphaville,
PIL,
Don Cherry,
Funkadelic,
Amazonics,
ABC,
Malaria!,
Arthur Verocai,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bush Tetras,
The Fugs,
The Dead C,
The Young Rascals,
Trumans Water,
Barclay James Harvest,
Royal Trux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Franke,
Porter Ricks,
The Slackers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Sherman,
Liliput,
Grey Daturas,
Duran Duran,
The Motions,
Intrusion,
Ohio Players,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.