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 Hungary and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 China Crisis to the funk 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Pussy Galore,
The Cramps,
Aloha Tigers,
The Trojans,
Sam Rivers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barbara Tucker,
John Lydon,
Public Enemy,
Average White Band,
Subhumans,
China Crisis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Mills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scrapy,
Maleditus Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Order,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
The Zeros,
The Birthday Party,
Alison Limerick,
The United States of America,
Main Source,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lower 48,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Womack,
Clear Light,
John Foxx,
Dead Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jandek,
Jacques Brel,
Skaos,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erykah Badu,
the Bar-Kays,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q and Not U,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Starr,
Ossler,
Byron Stingily,
Con Funk Shun,
Alton Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Almond,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rufus Thomas,
Guru Guru,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.