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 Namibia and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Grey Daturas to the crunk 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Bananas,
Boredoms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Almond,
The Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Byrd,
The Litter,
The Misunderstood,
Basic Channel,
Cheater Slicks,
Stetsasonic,
Whodini,
E-Dancer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris Corsano,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monks,
Infiniti,
John Lydon,
The Happenings,
The Mojo Men,
The Zeros,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Albert Ayler,
The Vogues,
Bobby Sherman,
cv313,
Robert Görl,
The Buckinghams,
Sixth Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Bronski Beat,
Sällskapet,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lower 48,
Audionom,
Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
The Techniques,
Khruangbin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacques Brel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grauzone,
Mo-Dettes,
OOIOO,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ohio Players,
Can,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.