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 Belgium and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 B.T. Express to the electroclash 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mummies,
Flipper,
Lalann,
Minny Pops,
Zapp,
Scion,
Erasure,
Hoover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Leonard Cohen,
Zero Boys,
Fluxion,
Al Stewart,
X-101,
Lou Reed,
The J.B.'s,
David Bowie,
Severed Heads,
The Standells,
Bobby Sherman,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Holt,
Au Pairs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T. Rex,
Boredoms,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra,
Radiohead,
Cameo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Panda Bear,
The Dead C,
Iggy Pop,
B.T. Express,
The Velvet Underground,
Funkadelic,
Symarip,
Anthony Braxton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q65,
James White and The Blacks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Danielle Patucci,
Ice-T,
La Düsseldorf,
Inner City,
ABBA,
Skarface,
Chrome,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quando Quango,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.