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 Kyrgyzstan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Babytalk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Slave,
Blancmange,
Supertramp,
The Black Dice,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tubeway Army,
New Order,
Chrome,
LL Cool J,
Television Personalities,
This Heat,
Deepchord,
The Happenings,
The Gories,
Stereo Dub,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül,
Grey Daturas,
Hasil Adkins,
Ten City,
Whodini,
June of 44,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glenn Branca,
Oblivians,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erasure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wire,
Donny Hathaway,
Popol Vuh,
Nas,
Second Layer,
Aloha Tigers,
Drexciya,
Jeff Mills,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thee Headcoats,
Bauhaus,
The Zeros,
Brick,
The Standells,
CMW,
The Smiths,
Danielle Patucci,
Loose Ends,
The Associates,
Brothers Johnson,
The Victims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Youth Brigade,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.