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 Nicaragua and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 OOIOO to the techno 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Stockholm Monsters,
Motorama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter & Gordon,
Connie Case,
Sandy B,
Colin Newman,
Eli Mardock,
The Dead C,
The Smiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delta 5,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Görl,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Visage,
B.T. Express,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed,
These Immortal Souls,
Eve St. Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bad Manners,
Accadde A,
Surgeon,
Tears for Fears,
Guru Guru,
Judy Mowatt,
New York Dolls,
Joe Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q65,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Sneak,
Main Source,
The Birthday Party,
Barry Ungar,
Kerrie Biddell,
In Retrospect,
Rufus Thomas,
Gichy Dan,
The Last Poets,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television Personalities,
Bang On A Can,
The Sound,
Radiohead,
Flash Fearless,
Reuben Wilson,
Dawn Penn,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rekid,
UT,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.