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 Jordan and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nils Olav 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Slave,
Pierre Henry,
David McCallum,
Piero Umiliani,
One Last Wish,
Duran Duran,
Cluster,
Byron Stingily,
The Misunderstood,
Henry Cow,
Gang Starr,
The Litter,
The Pop Group,
Blancmange,
Sex Pistols,
James White and The Blacks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Martian,
Skriet,
Ituana,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Bananas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slick Rick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gladiators,
Talk Talk,
The Offenders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shoche,
Mantronix,
New Order,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
U.S. Maple,
Lyres,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra,
Funky Four + One,
Aswad,
Glenn Branca,
Masters at Work,
The Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terry Callier,
JFA,
The Seeds,
a-ha,
Intrusion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jawbox,
The Slits,
Joey Negro,
Moebius,
Crime,
Black Moon,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.