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 Tajikistan and from New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echospace,
Skaos,
Sister Nancy,
Tom Boy,
The Stooges,
Technova,
The Litter,
Desert Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dual Sessions,
The Wake,
Cal Tjader,
The Martian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wings,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Sheep,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Selecter,
Ituana,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Real Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Aaron Thompson,
Ponytail,
Crooked Eye,
Funky Four + One,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Fraelich,
Camberwell Now,
Pet Shop Boys,
Interpol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Grass Roots,
Fela Kuti,
Moss Icon,
Scion,
Buzzcocks,
The Residents,
Organ,
Kurtis Blow,
Neu!,
Motorama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
These Immortal Souls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Goldenarms,
Stereo Dub,
Sam Rivers,
Ken Boothe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gladiators,
Franke,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.