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 Malawi and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed 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 Audionom to the rap 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fatback Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glenn Branca,
The Residents,
Minutemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Essential Logic,
Cameo,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Victims,
The American Breed,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Last Poets,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fear,
Brand Nubian,
John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Banda Bassotti,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mummies,
Deepchord,
Radiopuhelimet,
Patti Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Ultra Naté,
The Move,
E-Dancer,
The Angels of Light,
Monolake,
MDC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Halsall,
Radio Birdman,
Flipper,
Bang On A Can,
New York Dolls,
Smog,
Janne Schatter,
the Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Thompson Twins,
Jawbox,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Bourne,
Eddi Front,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythm & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Normal,
Marine Girls,
Lou Christie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.