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 Kazakhstan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Machine,
The Stooges,
The Happenings,
Fat Boys,
cv313,
Scrapy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quadrant,
the Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Lalann,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Max Romeo,
Aswad,
Barrington Levy,
Q65,
Reagan Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick May,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Standells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The American Breed,
These Immortal Souls,
Slave,
Negative Approach,
The Invisible,
The Busters,
Suburban Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Star Department,
Saccharine Trust,
Gabor Szabo,
Erasure,
Talk Talk,
Pulsallama,
The Selecter,
Camouflage,
Crooked Eye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
AZ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Urselle,
Smog,
Terry Callier,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.