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 El Salvador and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Germs to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Das Ding,
The Doors,
Skaos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terry Callier,
The Red Krayola,
Magazine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bad Manners,
The Busters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fear,
The Associates,
The Gap Band,
The Durutti Column,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Severed Heads,
Stiv Bators,
John Foxx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Germs,
Hardrive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Archie Shepp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Bar-Kays,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry's Kids,
Prince Buster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Darondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ludus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Toasters,
Scion,
Yazoo,
Boredoms,
The Mummies,
Rotary Connection,
B.T. Express,
Schoolly D,
Pole,
New Age Steppers,
X-102,
Donny Hathaway,
Eurythmics,
Ohio Players,
The Victims,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.