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 Niger and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DJ Sneak to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Finger,
Underground Resistance,
The Fortunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Animal Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Martian,
Royal Trux,
Reagan Youth,
Minutemen,
Stiv Bators,
Severed Heads,
F. McDonald,
Deakin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wally Richardson,
Lucky Dragons,
Donny Hathaway,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers,
the Human League,
Dennis Brown,
The Smoke,
Arthur Verocai,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Outsiders,
The Buckinghams,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare,
The Cramps,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bush Tetras,
The Tremeloes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Henry Cow,
Intrusion,
Deepchord,
Harpers Bizarre,
Niagra,
Yazoo,
Lyres,
Black Pus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Hood,
The Star Department,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-102,
Marine Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Depeche Mode,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.