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 Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Connie Case to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxy Music,
Crash Course in Science,
World's Most,
Yazoo,
The Modern Lovers,
The Last Poets,
the Association,
The American Breed,
Wings,
Scratch Acid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spandau Ballet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vladislav Delay,
Barry Ungar,
Guru Guru,
Albert Ayler,
The Gap Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronan,
Buzzcocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yellowson,
OOIOO,
Funkadelic,
The Fugs,
The Misunderstood,
Kayak,
The Dead C,
Pussy Galore,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Chris Corsano,
The Blues Magoos,
Duran Duran,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare,
Television Personalities,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Main Source,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Simply Red,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Names,
cv313,
Ronnie Foster,
FM Einheit,
Television,
Intrusion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blancmange,
Schoolly D,
Ponytail,
Organ,
The Fuzztones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick Morgan,
New York Dolls,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.