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 Liberia and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crime to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lyres,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lakeside,
Derrick Morgan,
Susan Cadogan,
Wasted Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deepchord,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool Moe Dee,
E-Dancer,
The Smoke,
Blossom Toes,
Tim Buckley,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Move,
John Lydon,
The Real Kids,
Deadbeat,
The Durutti Column,
The United States of America,
Ken Boothe,
June Days,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gories,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Subhumans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arab on Radar,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronnie Foster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rekid,
Television Personalities,
Circle Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Erasure,
The Misunderstood,
Scion,
Alphaville,
Jandek,
Jawbox,
Radio Birdman,
Basic Channel,
Slave,
Sight & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Black Dice,
Symarip,
Flipper,
Scan 7,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.