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 Belgium and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Eric Copeland to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
John Foxx,
Severed Heads,
Oblivians,
The Smoke,
Juan Atkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agitation Free,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacques Brel,
The Vogues,
Michelle Simonal,
Pagans,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doors,
Eli Mardock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mantronix,
The Motions,
Unwound,
Monolake,
Skaos,
Don Cherry,
The Dirtbombs,
Aswad,
Pulsallama,
Tommy Roe,
Technova,
David McCallum,
Colin Newman,
Malaria!,
Gang of Four,
The Zeros,
Quando Quango,
The Five Americans,
Ornette Coleman,
Unrelated Segments,
Schoolly D,
kango's stein massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Soulsonic Force,
H. Thieme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Whodini,
Mary Jane Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rufus Thomas,
The Busters,
John Lydon,
The Mojo Men,
Sandy B,
Black Flag,
Glenn Branca,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare,
Rekid,
Erykah Badu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.