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 France and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Ice-T to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harmonia,
Janne Schatter,
Michelle Simonal,
The Count Five,
Radiohead,
A Certain Ratio,
David McCallum,
Ronan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swans,
Icehouse,
The Evens,
K-Klass,
Adolescents,
Deepchord,
The Gladiators,
Goldenarms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Infiniti,
Bobby Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Porter Ricks,
Q65,
These Immortal Souls,
Arab on Radar,
The Moleskins,
Cheater Slicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fad Gadget,
Jeru the Damaja,
Accadde A,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fela Kuti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Tres Demented,
Echospace,
ABBA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Raincoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jawbox,
Don Cherry,
Pagans,
Reagan Youth,
June Days,
Pussy Galore,
The Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Fluxion,
Bang On A Can,
Wolf Eyes,
Arcadia,
Chris Corsano,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.