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 Slovakia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Khruangbin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Warren Ellis,
Nas,
F. McDonald,
Idris Muhammad,
Tears for Fears,
The Trojans,
Marvin Gaye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Intrusion,
Hasil Adkins,
kango's stein massive,
Can,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Sneak,
The Pretty Things,
Ossler,
Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
The Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Red Krayola,
Accadde A,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Con Funk Shun,
Deepchord,
Pagans,
John Foxx,
Gong,
The J.B.'s,
KRS-One,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Five Americans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Count Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Bourne,
Altered Images,
Rekid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scrapy,
Black Sheep,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Tremeloes,
Al Stewart,
Niagra,
Eurythmics,
Pulsallama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Duran Duran,
Lakeside,
Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
Jeff Mills,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Saints,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.