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 Nauru and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Glambeats Corp. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
K-Klass,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gladiators,
The Smiths,
Davy DMX,
Leonard Cohen,
the Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liliput,
The Victims,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wolf Eyes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wasted Youth,
Amazonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grey Daturas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suicide,
Audionom,
The Red Krayola,
One Last Wish,
Adolescents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Beau Brummels,
Rekid,
Scan 7,
Chris & Cosey,
Monks,
Main Source,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chrome,
The Misunderstood,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barry Ungar,
Guru Guru,
Oblivians,
Robert Wyatt,
Funkadelic,
LL Cool J,
Trumans Water,
Bluetip,
Pole,
Second Layer,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Selecter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacob Miller,
Yusef Lateef,
Janne Schatter,
Jandek,
Gang of Four,
X-Ray Spex,
Cymande,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.