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 Cuba and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Order to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Near,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smoke,
U.S. Maple,
Sun City Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Black Pus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gories,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tom Boy,
Todd Terry,
Erykah Badu,
Suicide,
Sister Nancy,
Blossom Toes,
Pere Ubu,
X-101,
Reagan Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Black Sheep,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Black Flag,
Freddie Wadling,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stetsasonic,
Crooked Eye,
Wire,
Deakin,
Clear Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magazine,
The Fuzztones,
The Mummies,
Piero Umiliani,
Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Count Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slackers,
Ralphi Rosario,
F. McDonald,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Young Rascals,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Black Dice,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Halsall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quando Quango,
Swell Maps,
Byron Stingily,
Henry Cow,
Silicon Teens,
Jacob Miller,
Supertramp,
Agent Orange,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.