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 Luxembourg and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Womack,
Whodini,
R.M.O.,
The New Christs,
The Standells,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Underground Resistance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Soft Cell,
UT,
Michelle Simonal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Normal,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ossler,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Skriet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lower 48,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Techniques,
The Tremeloes,
Newcleus,
Liliput,
Visage,
Faust,
Country Teasers,
Skarface,
Public Enemy,
Talk Talk,
The Count Five,
Jandek,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Model 500,
Moebius,
Kayak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Desert Stars,
Dave Gahan,
JFA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacob Miller,
Hoover,
Trumans Water,
Can,
Maurizio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warsaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.