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 Malawi and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 DJ Style to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Porter Ricks,
The Gun Club,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Clarke,
the Swans,
Black Flag,
Connie Case,
Mr. Review,
The Slits,
Lower 48,
Ponytail,
Yaz,
The Young Rascals,
New Age Steppers,
Harmonia,
Tom Boy,
The Cowsills,
Schoolly D,
Cluster,
New Order,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Bowie,
Severed Heads,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arthur Verocai,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sällskapet,
Cybotron,
Quantec,
Brass Construction,
Hot Snakes,
Half Japanese,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Metal Thangz,
June of 44,
Mantronix,
the Germs,
The Durutti Column,
The Residents,
The Trojans,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hashim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Josef K,
K-Klass,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
The Divine Comedy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jandek,
The Smoke,
Skaos,
Chrome,
Rakim,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.