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 Cambodia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bronski Beat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June of 44,
Television Personalities,
Sixth Finger,
ABBA,
Lower 48,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers,
Technova,
Sonic Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dual Sessions,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tubeway Army,
Simply Red,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Letta Mbulu,
Chrome,
Joyce Sims,
Reuben Wilson,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick May,
The United States of America,
Kenny Larkin,
Pulsallama,
Blake Baxter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Isaac Hayes,
Deadbeat,
Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
One Last Wish,
Newcleus,
The Golliwogs,
Black Pus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gun Club,
the Germs,
The Modern Lovers,
These Immortal Souls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ornette Coleman,
Pussy Galore,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
The Dead C,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joy Division,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.