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 Senegal 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Shadows of Knight to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Glenn Branca,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Terry,
Hardrive,
Absolute Body Control,
AZ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Josef K,
Soulsonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dave Clark Five,
10cc,
a-ha,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Tom Boy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris & Cosey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick Morgan,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Model 500,
Alice Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
Davy DMX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
Erykah Badu,
Roxy Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ponytail,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Sheep,
The Gun Club,
Stetsasonic,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Sonic Youth,
Ohio Players,
Pulsallama,
Bauhaus,
Crime,
Letta Mbulu,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül II,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.