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 Australia and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sister Nancy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang of Four,
UT,
Nico,
Rosa Yemen,
CMW,
Brothers Johnson,
Technova,
Mr. Review,
A Certain Ratio,
Surgeon,
China Crisis,
Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Camouflage,
John Holt,
The Saints,
Y Pants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Chris Corsano,
Urselle,
Essential Logic,
cv313,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Offenders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visage,
Zero Boys,
Pole,
DNA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gabor Szabo,
Skarface,
Deadbeat,
Swell Maps,
The Index,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Sound Behaviour,
Intrusion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Neon Judgement,
Livin' Joy,
This Heat,
Bluetip,
Yaz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Hill,
Whodini,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cluster,
Spandau Ballet,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.