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 Romania and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cheater Slicks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator 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 All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Silicon Teens,
Chrome,
Joe Smooth,
The Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Trumans Water,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skaos,
Kaleidoscope,
Lucky Dragons,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Green,
Sällskapet,
Darondo,
The Cramps,
Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
MDC,
Crash Course in Science,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mad Mike,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moleskins,
The Fortunes,
The United States of America,
Pet Shop Boys,
Symarip,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Bananas,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Magma,
New Order,
Prince Buster,
Dead Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minnie Riperton,
Donald Byrd,
Q65,
Skriet,
Con Funk Shun,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June Days,
The Dead C,
Anthony Braxton,
The Zeros,
the Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maleditus Sound,
LL Cool J,
Warren Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.