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 Estonia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the electroclash 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Flag,
The Monochrome Set,
Ken Boothe,
Idris Muhammad,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Glenn Branca,
Masters at Work,
Flipper,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Absolute Body Control,
KRS-One,
Quando Quango,
Reuben Wilson,
B.T. Express,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Shadows of Knight,
Outsiders,
The Cure,
Siglo XX,
The Stooges,
Hardrive,
Organ,
Unrelated Segments,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terry Callier,
Talk Talk,
The Slackers,
Yusef Lateef,
Albert Ayler,
JFA,
Aloha Tigers,
Zapp,
Stereo Dub,
Mo-Dettes,
Second Layer,
Rekid,
David Bowie,
Lou Christie,
AZ,
Cybotron,
the Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Carl Craig,
The Victims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun City Girls,
Malaria!,
Khruangbin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Josef K,
Ornette Coleman,
The Golliwogs,
The Offenders,
Pere Ubu,
Mad Mike,
Blossom Toes,
Quadrant,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.