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 Slovenia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 R.M.O. to the grunge 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Rekid,
Lyres,
Sandy B,
New York Dolls,
Gang of Four,
Surgeon,
Minny Pops,
The Dead C,
Absolute Body Control,
The Birthday Party,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donald Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Red Krayola,
The Buckinghams,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Infiniti,
The Wake,
The Selecter,
the Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fat Boys,
Amazonics,
Byron Stingily,
The Raincoats,
Warsaw,
Supertramp,
Loose Ends,
Goldenarms,
Tubeway Army,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Y Pants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry's Kids,
Kas Product,
Don Cherry,
Sarah Menescal,
The Residents,
Chrome,
Massinfluence,
Black Bananas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Modern Lovers,
Ituana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magma,
Tim Buckley,
The Durutti Column,
The Standells,
LL Cool J,
Adolescents,
Sight & Sound,
Alphaville,
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.