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 Netherlands and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Moleskins to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Visage,
Fluxion,
Wolf Eyes,
Pylon,
Hasil Adkins,
Pole,
Arcadia,
Boz Scaggs,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Mark Hollis,
Flipper,
Aural Exciters,
Henry Cow,
Camouflage,
Prince Buster,
Tears for Fears,
Skaos,
Black Flag,
A Certain Ratio,
Delta 5,
Radiohead,
Public Enemy,
The Angels of Light,
Lungfish,
The Smiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Birthday Party,
The Misunderstood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funky Four + One,
Marvin Gaye,
Reuben Wilson,
Mad Mike,
Wally Richardson,
Fatback Band,
Tubeway Army,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Womack,
Ultra Naté,
Alton Ellis,
John Holt,
Black Bananas,
Groovy Waters,
Shoche,
Intrusion,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Wells,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Martian,
The Selecter,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Near,
Piero Umiliani,
Stiv Bators,
These Immortal Souls,
Warsaw,
Swell Maps,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.