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 Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wasted Youth to the grime 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Bad Manners,
Second Layer,
Underground Resistance,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fuzztones,
The Fortunes,
Amazonics,
Moebius,
Sugar Minott,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q65,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
The Raincoats,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronan,
Simply Red,
Wire,
The Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joey Negro,
Japan,
Yaz,
Make Up,
Joyce Sims,
Tommy Roe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul Sonic Force,
MDC,
Quando Quango,
John Lydon,
China Crisis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bush Tetras,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül II,
Nils Olav,
Derrick Morgan,
Motorama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
Scion,
Bang On A Can,
Max Romeo,
The Zeros,
Man Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Oblivians,
Faraquet,
Kenny Larkin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Basic Channel,
Stiv Bators,
These Immortal Souls,
Slick Rick,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.