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 Italy and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Andrew Hill to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lucky Dragons,
Livin' Joy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
Aaron Thompson,
Nico,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
F. McDonald,
Subhumans,
Tim Buckley,
The Walker Brothers,
the Slits,
Al Stewart,
Susan Cadogan,
Wire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Max Romeo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Sandy B,
Aural Exciters,
Mark Hollis,
Brothers Johnson,
Procol Harum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radio Birdman,
The Move,
Scientists,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Velvet Underground,
Rapeman,
Yazoo,
The American Breed,
Neu!,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Loose Ends,
Unwound,
Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Mad Mike,
Marc Almond,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Make Up,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Inner City,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxy Music,
Accadde A,
Monolake,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Kinks,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry's Kids,
The Black Dice,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.