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 Macedonia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Faraquet to the disco 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
In Retrospect,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cluster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Hill,
the Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Age Steppers,
The Doors,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anthony Braxton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tres Demented,
Technova,
Eli Mardock,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Halsall,
Mission of Burma,
The Pretty Things,
Gong,
Thee Headcoats,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Black Bananas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scientists,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Soul II Soul,
Second Layer,
Bobby Sherman,
Shuggie Otis,
The Birthday Party,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tim Buckley,
Funky Four + One,
The Sound,
Sun Ra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalann,
Ice-T,
Depeche Mode,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül,
Silicon Teens,
the Human League,
Pantaleimon,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.