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 Ukraine and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Juan Atkins to the rock 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Public Image Ltd.,
Prince Buster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stetsasonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Human League,
The Searchers,
Neil Young,
The Pretty Things,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rekid,
La Düsseldorf,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skaos,
Public Enemy,
Blossom Toes,
Joensuu 1685,
The Five Americans,
X-102,
Masters at Work,
Ornette Coleman,
Crime,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lakeside,
Second Layer,
Q65,
Camberwell Now,
48th St. Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ponytail,
The Motions,
Technova,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Leaves,
Ultra Naté,
Suburban Knight,
Camouflage,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monks,
Dark Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Gregory Isaacs,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crooked Eye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sparks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dead C,
the Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Severed Heads,
The Saints,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.