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 Mali and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Deepchord to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Derrick Morgan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deakin,
Von Mondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Association,
Curtis Mayfield,
The J.B.'s,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doors,
The Smoke,
The Smiths,
The Victims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harry Pussy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Second Layer,
Marcia Griffiths,
a-ha,
Kayak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boredoms,
Tommy Roe,
Duran Duran,
Darondo,
Nirvana,
Nils Olav,
Joy Division,
Funkadelic,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Age Steppers,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cal Tjader,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Metal Thangz,
Godley & Creme,
The Blackbyrds,
Oneida,
LL Cool J,
Sonic Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Certain Ratio,
Sällskapet,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mad Mike,
Silicon Teens,
Basic Channel,
Excepter,
Sugar Minott,
Althea and Donna,
David McCallum,
Lower 48,
David Axelrod,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.