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 Cyprus and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scratch Acid 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
LL Cool J,
Brass Construction,
Ossler,
Cameo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Little Man,
Desert Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joey Negro,
Kayak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Parrish,
Marine Girls,
The Zeros,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unwound,
Accadde A,
Boz Scaggs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aswad,
Barry Ungar,
Radio Birdman,
the Bar-Kays,
Sister Nancy,
Thee Headcoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tomorrow,
Scientists,
The J.B.'s,
La Düsseldorf,
Pulsallama,
Minor Threat,
The United States of America,
The Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wally Richardson,
a-ha,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erykah Badu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Angry Samoans,
Black Pus,
Mars,
Rosa Yemen,
Silicon Teens,
the Association,
Hardrive,
Lucky Dragons,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gladiators,
Eve St. Jones,
the Swans,
Pole,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.