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 Italy and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jesper Dahlback to the jazz 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ituana,
Skaos,
Todd Terry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Leonard Cohen,
Mission of Burma,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Deadbeat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joensuu 1685,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Qualms,
K-Klass,
The Happenings,
MC5,
The Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Byrd,
Ice-T,
T. Rex,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Nico,
Sun City Girls,
The Smoke,
Technova,
Yellowson,
ABC,
The Walker Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
John Foxx,
New York Dolls,
Pagans,
Tears for Fears,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marvin Gaye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MDC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eurythmics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pere Ubu,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Prince Buster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lakeside,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angry Samoans,
Brothers Johnson,
Colin Newman,
Ludus,
Pulsallama,
The Remains,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.