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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Motorama to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Monolake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barry Ungar,
Skarface,
One Last Wish,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cure,
The Golliwogs,
Pussy Galore,
Scion,
Absolute Body Control,
Scan 7,
Stiv Bators,
Dawn Penn,
Bluetip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bauhaus,
Blake Baxter,
Brothers Johnson,
Crash Course in Science,
X-102,
The Mummies,
The Angels of Light,
Boredoms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick Morgan,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiohead,
CMW,
Graham Central Station,
Simply Red,
The Remains,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moby Grape,
Aloha Tigers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aural Exciters,
The Blackbyrds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fugazi,
Minor Threat,
Lungfish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gichy Dan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
The Offenders,
Kerri Chandler,
Crooked Eye,
Ken Boothe,
Lakeside,
Royal Trux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Age Steppers,
The Red Krayola,
Little Man,
The Real Kids,
Eddi Front,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.