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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
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 arpeggiator 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 Deakin to the electroclash 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Black Flag,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
World's Most,
Gabor Szabo,
Urselle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang On A Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blossom Toes,
Pulsallama,
MDC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brass Construction,
Aloha Tigers,
Albert Ayler,
The Human League,
Ten City,
The Martian,
Faust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronan,
Oblivians,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boz Scaggs,
Glenn Branca,
Minnie Riperton,
Mars,
New Age Steppers,
The Real Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
Stiv Bators,
Dave Gahan,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aswad,
Wasted Youth,
the Association,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Walker Brothers,
The Index,
Qualms,
T.S.O.L.,
Technova,
Black Moon,
Reuben Wilson,
Deakin,
Juan Atkins,
Crooked Eye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spoonie Gee,
Scientists,
Stetsasonic,
K-Klass,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tubeway Army,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.