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 Czech Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Hoover to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Lower 48,
the Association,
Cluster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MC5,
Magma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy Collins,
Underground Resistance,
The Trojans,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Neon Judgement,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gories,
Avey Tare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Godley & Creme,
China Crisis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Silicon Teens,
ABBA,
Barrington Levy,
The Zeros,
Al Stewart,
Simply Red,
Blancmange,
D'Angelo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The New Christs,
Black Flag,
Morten Harket,
Eli Mardock,
Reagan Youth,
Jacques Brel,
The American Breed,
Alison Limerick,
The Fuzztones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Knickerbockers,
Rod Modell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlback,
Porter Ricks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Toasters,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra,
FM Einheit,
Peter & Gordon,
The United States of America,
Trumans Water,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
H. Thieme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.