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 Costa Rica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Animal Collective to the crunk 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ohio Players,
Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Yazoo,
Angry Samoans,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Wyatt,
the Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Graham Central Station,
Sight & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker,
Deadbeat,
Zapp,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slackers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Hill,
Cecil Taylor,
Michelle Simonal,
Das Ding,
Crime,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swell Maps,
Pagans,
X-Ray Spex,
L. Decosne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Carl Craig,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
X-102,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rod Modell,
Maurizio,
Gang Gang Dance,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
PIL,
R.M.O.,
Quadrant,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.