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 Korea North and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Basic Channel to the dance 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smoke,
Chris Corsano,
The Alarm Clocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sex Pistols,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arthur Verocai,
Nils Olav,
The Slits,
Angry Samoans,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fuzztones,
Pole,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heaven 17,
Boredoms,
Chris & Cosey,
Circle Jerks,
Urselle,
The Golliwogs,
Moby Grape,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pussy Galore,
Kerri Chandler,
Minny Pops,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Morten Harket,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Style,
David McCallum,
Kurtis Blow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radio Birdman,
Audionom,
Mission of Burma,
Khruangbin,
Fugazi,
Deadbeat,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy Collins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Red Krayola,
MDC,
Bang On A Can,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Easy Going,
R.M.O.,
The Count Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.