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 Paraguay and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Sarah Menescal to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Junior Murvin,
Skriet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Vogues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heaven 17,
Lalann,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
AZ,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Massinfluence,
The Victims,
Althea and Donna,
Wire,
The Neon Judgement,
Nas,
Sister Nancy,
Max Romeo,
Deadbeat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Invisible,
Newcleus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unwound,
Sex Pistols,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
Delta 5,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Inner City,
Infiniti,
Schoolly D,
Popol Vuh,
Hardrive,
FM Einheit,
Circle Jerks,
Faust,
Kas Product,
Los Fastidios,
Public Image Ltd.,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Flag,
China Crisis,
Malaria!,
Desert Stars,
Whodini,
Rufus Thomas,
D'Angelo,
X-Ray Spex,
Drexciya,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.