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 Serbia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Depeche Mode to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Sandy B,
The New Christs,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Shadows of Knight,
Supertramp,
Dual Sessions,
Accadde A,
Interpol,
The Raincoats,
Shuggie Otis,
Letta Mbulu,
The Selecter,
Moebius,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Hood,
Magazine,
The Kinks,
The Cramps,
Warren Ellis,
Fatback Band,
Visage,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Machine,
Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
The Saints,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Holt,
Model 500,
the Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Quando Quango,
Country Teasers,
The Busters,
Monolake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Livin' Joy,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anakelly,
Oblivians,
The Pretty Things,
Don Cherry,
48th St. Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Darondo,
Carl Craig,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barry Ungar,
Kayak,
the Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Pulsallama,
Simply Red,
Urselle,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.