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 Cape Verde and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jerry's Kids to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a snare 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mojo Men,
Tom Boy,
Deakin,
Country Teasers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dirtbombs,
Monolake,
Second Layer,
Darondo,
Don Cherry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Last Poets,
Talk Talk,
Ossler,
Boredoms,
The United States of America,
Rufus Thomas,
Heaven 17,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drexciya,
Roxy Music,
Nirvana,
EPMD,
Gang Green,
The Cramps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Birthday Party,
Sällskapet,
Moebius,
Wire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donald Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oblivians,
In Retrospect,
Throbbing Gristle,
Make Up,
KRS-One,
June Days,
The Neon Judgement,
The Human League,
China Crisis,
Grey Daturas,
Sarah Menescal,
Lucky Dragons,
Au Pairs,
a-ha,
Max Romeo,
Altered Images,
Jerry's Kids,
Faraquet,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.