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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monochrome Set,
Eli Mardock,
Inner City,
the Normal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doors,
Amon Düül II,
Slick Rick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
The Trojans,
New Order,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
Newcleus,
Ronan,
Angry Samoans,
Wire,
Sound Behaviour,
Popol Vuh,
Q and Not U,
Sparks,
Jacob Miller,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
Whodini,
Stereo Dub,
Accadde A,
Gang Green,
Youth Brigade,
The Walker Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Country Joe & The Fish,
These Immortal Souls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Standells,
The Toasters,
The Velvet Underground,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Eddi Front,
Porter Ricks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Desert Stars,
ABBA,
Scion,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers,
June Days,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minor Threat,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.