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 Haiti and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Depeche Mode to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Techniques,
David McCallum,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chrome,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barrington Levy,
KRS-One,
Eurythmics,
Siglo XX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cybotron,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wally Richardson,
Nirvana,
Bill Near,
Skarface,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiohead,
Pylon,
Liliput,
Los Fastidios,
The Blackbyrds,
Laurel Aitken,
Ralphi Rosario,
Y Pants,
The Saints,
the Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fluxion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Vogues,
Au Pairs,
Anakelly,
Urselle,
ABBA,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gladiators,
James White and The Blacks,
Harpers Bizarre,
China Crisis,
Loose Ends,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jandek,
Rod Modell,
X-101,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter and Kerry,
Byron Stingily,
Rosa Yemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
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.