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 Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Mo-Dettes to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Todd Terry,
Porter Ricks,
Minny Pops,
DJ Sneak,
The Residents,
Mars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Supertramp,
Al Stewart,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hot Snakes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Accadde A,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Crime,
Bobby Womack,
John Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun City Girls,
Heaven 17,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Audionom,
Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronan,
H. Thieme,
The Young Rascals,
The Litter,
Tommy Roe,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rosa Yemen,
Reagan Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Axelrod,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Sheep,
Altered Images,
Warren Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
Circle Jerks,
Man Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unrelated Segments,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
In Retrospect,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.