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 Brazil and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lebanon Hanover to the electroclash 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Minutemen,
K-Klass,
Jandek,
Anthony Braxton,
X-Ray Spex,
Eve St. Jones,
Kas Product,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultra Naté,
In Retrospect,
OOIOO,
Swans,
Siglo XX,
The Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Bill Near,
Cameo,
Toni Rubio,
The Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
Ossler,
Lyres,
Funkadelic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
World's Most,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tres Demented,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nico,
Dark Day,
Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zapp,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott Heron,
kango's stein massive,
Crooked Eye,
The Busters,
X-101,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalann,
Nick Fraelich,
Minor Threat,
The Remains,
EPMD,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neu!,
Lindisfarne,
Camberwell Now,
Can,
The Mummies,
Prince Buster,
The Buckinghams,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.