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 Paraguay and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Surgeon 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Zero Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Michelle Simonal,
The Divine Comedy,
Smog,
Television Personalities,
DJ Sneak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Duran Duran,
Eddi Front,
Ice-T,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
JFA,
CMW,
Tears for Fears,
The Sound,
the Slits,
Simply Red,
One Last Wish,
Massinfluence,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lightning Bolt,
Hashim,
Deadbeat,
Barbara Tucker,
Donny Hathaway,
A Certain Ratio,
The Music Machine,
Outsiders,
Fad Gadget,
Quantec,
Barry Ungar,
Talk Talk,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Davy DMX,
The Modern Lovers,
Idris Muhammad,
Stereo Dub,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Bourne,
Scrapy,
John Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Babytalk,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Laurel Aitken,
Janne Schatter,
China Crisis,
Malaria!,
The American Breed,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.