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 Gambia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grime 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare,
DJ Style,
The Names,
Metal Thangz,
Maleditus Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul II Soul,
Ornette Coleman,
Danielle Patucci,
The Techniques,
The Young Rascals,
Niagra,
The Gap Band,
Iggy Pop,
Technova,
Hashim,
Vainqueur,
the Slits,
Fear,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Machine,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Lydon,
Eurythmics,
Pierre Henry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echospace,
ABBA,
The Golliwogs,
Anakelly,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-102,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fortunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jawbox,
Ponytail,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Colin Newman,
The J.B.'s,
Radiohead,
Japan,
The Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MDC,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Soft Cell,
The Slits,
The Misunderstood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.