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 Indonesia and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 punk 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Warsaw,
Smog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glenn Branca,
Minny Pops,
Arab on Radar,
Lyres,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Ronan,
The Names,
Buzzcocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Germs,
Agent Orange,
Wire,
Q65,
Sex Pistols,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers,
Maleditus Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cowsills,
Aural Exciters,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed,
The Motions,
Patti Smith,
Jawbox,
Lindisfarne,
Reuben Wilson,
Piero Umiliani,
the Normal,
Minnie Riperton,
Stereo Dub,
Con Funk Shun,
Liliput,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Circle Jerks,
Kayak,
Ituana,
The Monochrome Set,
the Slits,
Sällskapet,
Eurythmics,
The Doors,
The Slits,
The Pretty Things,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erasure,
Y Pants,
June Days,
Morten Harket,
The Human League,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.