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 Syria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 The Moleskins to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
David Bowie,
Dave Gahan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marmalade,
Spoonie Gee,
Deepchord,
Robert Wyatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Byron Stingily,
The Barracudas,
Sandy B,
The Techniques,
Mad Mike,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Bananas,
Section 25,
Marc Almond,
E-Dancer,
Sonic Youth,
Brick,
The Associates,
Procol Harum,
DJ Style,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Basic Channel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q and Not U,
The Sound,
Lalann,
Altered Images,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Hardrive,
MDC,
Goldenarms,
Barry Ungar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
The Trojans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Symarip,
Derrick May,
Skriet,
Flash Fearless,
The Beau Brummels,
John Foxx,
Audionom,
The Neon Judgement,
Hot Snakes,
Average White Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Isaac Hayes,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.