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 Saudi Arabia and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Neon Judgement to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glambeats Corp.,
David McCallum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Easy Going,
Make Up,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Holt,
Ken Boothe,
Ultimate Spinach,
The United States of America,
James White and The Blacks,
Faust,
Royal Trux,
Television Personalities,
Kurtis Blow,
The Velvet Underground,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Morten Harket,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
Au Pairs,
Model 500,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Junior Murvin,
Liliput,
Neu!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flash Fearless,
Tubeway Army,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxette,
Gang of Four,
Kas Product,
Grauzone,
Excepter,
The Victims,
Camouflage,
The Knickerbockers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young,
The Walker Brothers,
Intrusion,
Bang On A Can,
Fad Gadget,
Anthony Braxton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Porter Ricks,
Sex Pistols,
Scan 7,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ice-T,
The Gladiators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eden Ahbez,
Kayak,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Wake,
Babytalk,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.