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 Congo and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Guru Guru to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Flag,
Arab on Radar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Prince Buster,
H. Thieme,
Metal Thangz,
Eden Ahbez,
Clear Light,
Quantec,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harry Pussy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Misunderstood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Copeland,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skaos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
Glenn Branca,
The Walker Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ituana,
Lebanon Hanover,
One Last Wish,
Sister Nancy,
Black Moon,
Nik Kershaw,
Darondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Dolphy,
This Heat,
The Sonics,
Gang of Four,
The Gories,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Move,
The J.B.'s,
Ronnie Foster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Alarm Clocks,
10cc,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
The Trojans,
FM Einheit,
The Monochrome Set,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unwound,
Minor Threat,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pussy Galore,
Eve St. Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
Symarip,
Marmalade,
MC5,
Vladislav Delay,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.