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 Denmark and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rap 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sixth Finger,
Visage,
The Doors,
E-Dancer,
The Barracudas,
Arthur Verocai,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
R.M.O.,
The Fall,
Lou Christie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vladislav Delay,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Bar-Kays,
ABBA,
World's Most,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gories,
The Gun Club,
Parry Music,
Robert Hood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fugazi,
Davy DMX,
The Raincoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stetsasonic,
the Germs,
Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-101,
Stereo Dub,
Quantec,
Marvin Gaye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lyres,
DNA,
Los Fastidios,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Slick Rick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joyce Sims,
Sun City Girls,
CMW,
Yazoo,
Joy Division,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Livin' Joy,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Green,
Gang of Four,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.