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 Belize and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Los Fastidios to the grime 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
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,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultra Naté,
Patti Smith,
Bauhaus,
D'Angelo,
Camberwell Now,
Dark Day,
PIL,
China Crisis,
Morten Harket,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang of Four,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Ponytail,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Divine Comedy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soulsonic Force,
Zapp,
Mad Mike,
Fugazi,
Roxy Music,
Colin Newman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Motions,
Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lightning Bolt,
David Bowie,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerri Chandler,
Hardrive,
Roger Hodgson,
Marmalade,
The Evens,
H. Thieme,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crash Course in Science,
Aloha Tigers,
Pierre Henry,
Wings,
The Walker Brothers,
Eddi Front,
the Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
The Zeros,
Sugar Minott,
Bush Tetras,
The Moleskins,
Jacques Brel,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.