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 Vietnam and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minutemen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra,
Yazoo,
Don Cherry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minutemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lucky Dragons,
Talk Talk,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Halsall,
A Certain Ratio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sixth Finger,
Ultra Naté,
David Axelrod,
Godley & Creme,
Au Pairs,
The Leaves,
Second Layer,
World's Most,
The Young Rascals,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fear,
Absolute Body Control,
The Trojans,
Duran Duran,
Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Interpol,
Skarface,
Surgeon,
Harpers Bizarre,
June of 44,
Buzzcocks,
Mars,
Motorama,
Main Source,
Subhumans,
Royal Trux,
The Searchers,
Dark Day,
Neil Young,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Groovy Waters,
Connie Case,
Cal Tjader,
Los Fastidios,
the Human League,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.