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 Chile and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Yellowson to the punk 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Moleskins,
Nico,
Ludus,
Eric Copeland,
KRS-One,
Junior Murvin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Teasers,
Howard Jones,
X-101,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quantec,
Quando Quango,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Association,
Tubeway Army,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
AZ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Barracudas,
Young Marble Giants,
Pagans,
Robert Wyatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Last Poets,
Yaz,
Gabor Szabo,
Susan Cadogan,
Wolf Eyes,
Au Pairs,
Jawbox,
Fear,
L. Decosne,
The Zeros,
Joy Division,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alison Limerick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick May,
Simply Red,
Faust,
the Normal,
Vladislav Delay,
Desert Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Talk Talk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fad Gadget,
The Durutti Column,
Crooked Eye,
Pierre Henry,
OOIOO,
Sun City Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.