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 Latvia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Hashim 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Half Japanese,
Urselle,
the Normal,
Nirvana,
Archie Shepp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Crime,
F. McDonald,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bluetip,
Delta 5,
Smog,
The Dirtbombs,
The Modern Lovers,
Q65,
Barbara Tucker,
Pierre Henry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fela Kuti,
The Dead C,
Charles Mingus,
Main Source,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yellowson,
Stereo Dub,
EPMD,
Malaria!,
Heaven 17,
Gong,
Deepchord,
Joe Finger,
Trumans Water,
DNA,
Susan Cadogan,
Zero Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Ten City,
The Residents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Underground Resistance,
Sparks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Wake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Symarip,
Jeff Lynne,
Faraquet,
Can,
John Holt,
Radiohead,
Bobby Womack,
Goldenarms,
Frankie Knuckles,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tim Buckley,
The Barracudas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.