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 Romania and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 The Dead C 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
the Bar-Kays,
Traffic Nightmare,
Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Association,
Alphaville,
Schoolly D,
Bizarre Inc.,
Interpol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Michelle Simonal,
cv313,
Make Up,
Minny Pops,
a-ha,
Minor Threat,
The Five Americans,
Niagra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Metal Thangz,
Nik Kershaw,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra,
The Evens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Idris Muhammad,
Ossler,
Magazine,
Moss Icon,
June of 44,
Terry Callier,
Silicon Teens,
Loose Ends,
PIL,
Goldenarms,
Yazoo,
The Saints,
Quantec,
T.S.O.L.,
The Red Krayola,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gun Club,
Public Image Ltd.,
Royal Trux,
Sound Behaviour,
E-Dancer,
Ludus,
Surgeon,
Jacques Brel,
Pantaleimon,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Green,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wings,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris Corsano,
Ponytail,
Gang of Four,
Zapp,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.