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 Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Bauhaus to the disco 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Deakin,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lakeside,
Cheater Slicks,
the Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Severed Heads,
Organ,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skarface,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxy Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
a-ha,
The Invisible,
Underground Resistance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thee Headcoats,
Dawn Penn,
Mars,
Henry Cow,
Desert Stars,
The Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
The Blackbyrds,
Scratch Acid,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang On A Can,
Malaria!,
The Toasters,
Fat Boys,
Gang Green,
Dennis Brown,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warren Ellis,
Outsiders,
The Monks,
The Searchers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siglo XX,
Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MDC,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anakelly,
Roger Hodgson,
Magma,
The Raincoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Zeros,
Chris Corsano,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.