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 Guyana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Music Machine,
John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
In Retrospect,
Theoretical Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Rites of Spring,
The United States of America,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Wyatt,
Model 500,
Goldenarms,
Guru Guru,
Eurythmics,
Soul II Soul,
Leonard Cohen,
Flash Fearless,
Stereo Dub,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scientists,
Pagans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker,
This Heat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Residents,
The Cure,
Man Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Archie Shepp,
The Barracudas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joey Negro,
Schoolly D,
Stiv Bators,
Au Pairs,
The Happenings,
Rhythm & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Main Source,
Derrick Morgan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Los Fastidios,
Desert Stars,
Anakelly,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deadbeat,
Fatback Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Von Mondo,
Soft Machine,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.