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 Mauritania and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Magma to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
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,
Sight & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Piero Umiliani,
Harry Pussy,
Babytalk,
Lyres,
Cybotron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Janne Schatter,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers,
Kaleidoscope,
World's Most,
Neil Young,
The Vogues,
Q and Not U,
Lebanon Hanover,
Throbbing Gristle,
Infiniti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Cal Tjader,
Interpol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Y Pants,
E-Dancer,
Sugar Minott,
The Martian,
Black Moon,
Shoche,
Thompson Twins,
Connie Case,
Banda Bassotti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Minor Threat,
Todd Terry,
Arthur Verocai,
Model 500,
Jandek,
The United States of America,
Minnie Riperton,
Subhumans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vladislav Delay,
Eli Mardock,
Sandy B,
UT,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
48th St. Collective,
The Motions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sister Nancy,
Wolf Eyes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.