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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Hot Snakes to the disco 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Five Americans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aloha Tigers,
Surgeon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Parrish,
Monks,
Altered Images,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Flag,
Au Pairs,
Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Last Poets,
Drive Like Jehu,
Judy Mowatt,
Brass Construction,
Rosa Yemen,
The Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy Collins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sixth Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kayak,
EPMD,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pulsallama,
Hot Snakes,
The Evens,
Procol Harum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suicide,
Subhumans,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Wells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hashim,
Steve Hackett,
Juan Atkins,
Country Teasers,
Public Enemy,
Pere Ubu,
Reuben Wilson,
The Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Iggy Pop,
Deadbeat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Green,
DNA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pylon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Saccharine Trust,
Sparks,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.