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 Chile and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
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 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 Black Flag to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica 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?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Joyce Sims,
KRS-One,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fortunes,
Rakim,
The Victims,
Youth Brigade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eurythmics,
ABC,
The Names,
Scratch Acid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul II Soul,
Lee Hazlewood,
Intrusion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Young Rascals,
the Normal,
The Searchers,
Marmalade,
John Lydon,
kango's stein massive,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Görl,
Alison Limerick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fear,
Todd Terry,
Sugar Minott,
the Germs,
Pantytec,
John Holt,
Supertramp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joensuu 1685,
Cheater Slicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Sister Nancy,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers,
Slick Rick,
The Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacob Miller,
Nils Olav,
Sällskapet,
Fugazi,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The New Christs,
Oblivians,
DJ Style,
FM Einheit,
Guru Guru,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.