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 Belgium and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 The Fortunes to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tim Buckley,
Harmonia,
Mantronix,
Young Marble Giants,
The Skatalites,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Silicon Teens,
Barrington Levy,
The Mummies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nico,
Joey Negro,
Rapeman,
Agitation Free,
Robert Görl,
Parry Music,
Charles Mingus,
Little Man,
Eden Ahbez,
Bauhaus,
Carl Craig,
Peter & Gordon,
Skriet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Niagra,
Susan Cadogan,
Quantec,
These Immortal Souls,
Sister Nancy,
The Birthday Party,
Faust,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fall,
MC5,
Skaos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Goldenarms,
Q and Not U,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Victims,
Groovy Waters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Newcleus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fad Gadget,
Radiohead,
EPMD,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
LL Cool J,
Vainqueur,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.