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 Panama and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Big Daddy Kane to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Rotary Connection,
Kerri Chandler,
Darondo,
Fear,
Yellowson,
Television Personalities,
David Axelrod,
Subhumans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
E-Dancer,
Kas Product,
Black Moon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Procol Harum,
John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Charles Mingus,
Motorama,
Bad Manners,
Animal Collective,
One Last Wish,
Silicon Teens,
Fluxion,
The Martian,
The Angels of Light,
Parry Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slackers,
Malaria!,
Maurizio,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Clarke,
Anthony Braxton,
the Slits,
Excepter,
Lower 48,
Soulsonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tres Demented,
Visage,
Desert Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tubeway Army,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Halsall,
X-101,
Alison Limerick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June of 44,
Fatback Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Lynne,
Liliput,
Jerry's Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Clear Light,
Zapp,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.