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 Grenada and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Section 25 to the funk 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
John Foxx,
Adolescents,
Scan 7,
Sound Behaviour,
Hashim,
Sällskapet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fatback Band,
Angry Samoans,
Visage,
Joyce Sims,
Eli Mardock,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythm & Sound,
Technova,
Section 25,
The Remains,
New Age Steppers,
Faraquet,
Gang of Four,
Bob Dylan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacob Miller,
8 Eyed Spy,
Isaac Hayes,
L. Decosne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oneida,
Crispy Ambulance,
Graham Central Station,
Shoche,
Sun Ra,
Royal Trux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soulsonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Steve Hackett,
The Doors,
B.T. Express,
Sarah Menescal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
Dawn Penn,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Görl,
Bronski Beat,
Lalann,
Easy Going,
Peter & Gordon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Golliwogs,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.