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 Rwanda and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Jeff Lynne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Eric Copeland,
The Divine Comedy,
David Bowie,
Lalann,
Oblivians,
Mantronix,
Television,
Visage,
Scott Walker,
Spoonie Gee,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Lynne,
Wire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Golliwogs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kayak,
Jacques Brel,
Boredoms,
Toni Rubio,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Fraelich,
The Residents,
Slave,
Charles Mingus,
Godley & Creme,
Loose Ends,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deakin,
Stetsasonic,
Masters at Work,
X-101,
Eurythmics,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blossom Toes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare,
The Real Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
The Flesh Eaters,
June Days,
JFA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reagan Youth,
Rekid,
Grey Daturas,
B.T. Express,
Sällskapet,
Soft Machine,
Wings,
The Toasters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crime,
the Human League,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.