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 Korea North and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Boz Scaggs to the dance 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
Pussy Galore,
Essential Logic,
Bluetip,
The Young Rascals,
Mark Hollis,
Eurythmics,
KRS-One,
Icehouse,
Todd Terry,
The Velvet Underground,
World's Most,
DNA,
The Grass Roots,
Tubeway Army,
Rufus Thomas,
Niagra,
48th St. Collective,
Scion,
Lalann,
MC5,
Country Teasers,
Intrusion,
Q65,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-101,
The Zeros,
Reuben Wilson,
Fad Gadget,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Iggy Pop,
Smog,
Al Stewart,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiohead,
Motorama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joy Division,
Amazonics,
Dark Day,
Ronan,
Swans,
Mantronix,
Laurel Aitken,
Junior Murvin,
The Five Americans,
MDC,
Circle Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dave Gahan,
Fela Kuti,
The Tremeloes,
Von Mondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Negative Approach,
The Smiths,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.