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 Cyprus and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Soft Cell to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deakin,
The Five Americans,
PIL,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scan 7,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camouflage,
Hardrive,
Flash Fearless,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Surgeon,
Boz Scaggs,
Unwound,
Quantec,
Henry Cow,
Eden Ahbez,
The Count Five,
Andrew Hill,
Sarah Menescal,
Byron Stingily,
Flipper,
The Busters,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Prince Buster,
The Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
X-101,
Model 500,
Malaria!,
Minutemen,
Tom Boy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Young Marble Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Mantronix,
Circle Jerks,
Pylon,
Scientists,
Robert Görl,
Ornette Coleman,
Basic Channel,
Section 25,
Soul II Soul,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grauzone,
Cameo,
Groovy Waters,
Mad Mike,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bluetip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Second Layer,
DNA,
Sparks,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.