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 Slovenia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Toni Rubio to the techno 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
KRS-One,
Isaac Hayes,
Hoover,
Moebius,
Outsiders,
Qualms,
The Gun Club,
The Vogues,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Flag,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Real Kids,
Ituana,
The Raincoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swell Maps,
Alison Limerick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Barracudas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Görl,
Scientists,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Fatback Band,
Fluxion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Byron Stingily,
Tubeway Army,
Susan Cadogan,
Cluster,
Jawbox,
A Certain Ratio,
Television Personalities,
Blake Baxter,
Grey Daturas,
Arthur Verocai,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Glenn Branca,
Deakin,
Letta Mbulu,
Mandrill,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Style,
The Modern Lovers,
Alton Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sam Rivers,
The Blackbyrds,
Cameo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxy Music,
Depeche Mode,
The Red Krayola,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.