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 Norway and from London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chrome to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Au Pairs,
Funky Four + One,
Blancmange,
MC5,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun City Girls,
Tres Demented,
Ronan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q65,
Fluxion,
Masters at Work,
the Germs,
Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Symarip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Subhumans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Max Romeo,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Golliwogs,
Ossler,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Sneak,
LL Cool J,
Cal Tjader,
Connie Case,
cv313,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Malaria!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anakelly,
Marshall Jefferson,
Easy Going,
Lindisfarne,
Quantec,
In Retrospect,
Popol Vuh,
The Fugs,
Howard Jones,
John Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Quando Quango,
Simply Red,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sixth Finger,
Agent Orange,
The Searchers,
Soft Machine,
World's Most,
Gichy Dan,
Depeche Mode,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Clarke,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.