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 Ethiopia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Residents to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Unrelated Segments,
Drexciya,
Deadbeat,
Inner City,
Swell Maps,
Newcleus,
Royal Trux,
kango's stein massive,
Warren Ellis,
MC5,
Aswad,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Bourne,
The Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
Porter Ricks,
Althea and Donna,
Ohio Players,
The Buckinghams,
The Real Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vainqueur,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Saints,
Nirvana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hardrive,
Silicon Teens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Basic Channel,
The J.B.'s,
The Happenings,
The Trojans,
Blancmange,
Ten City,
Freddie Wadling,
DNA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doors,
Delta 5,
The Victims,
The Gladiators,
Chrome,
The Selecter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hasil Adkins,
the Association,
Bobby Womack,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Toni Rubio,
Eurythmics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spandau Ballet,
Agent Orange,
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.