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 South Sudan and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Silicon Teens to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Fat Boys,
Eurythmics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tres Demented,
UT,
Chris & Cosey,
Sixth Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television Personalities,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Stooges,
The Saints,
Minutemen,
Q65,
the Soft Cell,
Index,
The Toasters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angry Samoans,
Shoche,
Sister Nancy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joensuu 1685,
Mark Hollis,
Severed Heads,
Warsaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Young Marble Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chrome,
Blake Baxter,
Jandek,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bad Manners,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Terry,
Rod Modell,
Letta Mbulu,
Sound Behaviour,
A Certain Ratio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stetsasonic,
Vladislav Delay,
The Birthday Party,
The Names,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.