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 Egypt and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Don Cherry to the crunk 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Seeds,
Boredoms,
Panda Bear,
Mandrill,
Sun City Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arcadia,
Average White Band,
Matthew Bourne,
China Crisis,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Terry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magazine,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cure,
Camouflage,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Theoretical Girls,
Basic Channel,
Black Moon,
John Foxx,
Kool Moe Dee,
David McCallum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skarface,
Jandek,
Nirvana,
Jeff Mills,
Cymande,
Rhythm & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Newcleus,
Arab on Radar,
Junior Murvin,
Wire,
Bobby Byrd,
Aswad,
Japan,
Bootsy Collins,
48th St. Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Idris Muhammad,
Oblivians,
Jawbox,
Cheater Slicks,
Circle Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gladiators,
Lalann,
Toni Rubio,
Howard Jones,
Bad Manners,
The Litter,
Eli Mardock,
La Düsseldorf,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.