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 Montenegro and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The J.B.'s,
Nirvana,
Accadde A,
Sex Pistols,
Sandy B,
Urselle,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Kinks,
Fugazi,
Visage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxy Music,
Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Last Poets,
Eric Dolphy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fela Kuti,
Desert Stars,
Unwound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smiths,
Symarip,
Essential Logic,
Harmonia,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Buckinghams,
Sister Nancy,
Q65,
Hardrive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rekid,
Glenn Branca,
Byron Stingily,
Saccharine Trust,
the Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Warren Ellis,
This Heat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brass Construction,
The Mojo Men,
Reagan Youth,
Easy Going,
Tears for Fears,
Agent Orange,
Half Japanese,
cv313,
Black Sheep,
Suburban Knight,
Max Romeo,
Groovy Waters,
Ultra Naté,
Absolute Body Control,
Connie Case,
Bill Near,
New York Dolls,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.