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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stiv Bators to the disco 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Slackers,
The Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Starr,
Radiohead,
Rakim,
Massinfluence,
John Foxx,
The Gap Band,
Flash Fearless,
Gabor Szabo,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy Collins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Hood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joyce Sims,
Simply Red,
Dorothy Ashby,
Junior Murvin,
Interpol,
Jeff Mills,
Ultra Naté,
Brand Nubian,
Essential Logic,
June Days,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Selecter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Section 25,
Quando Quango,
Wire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-101,
Mantronix,
The Beau Brummels,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dirtbombs,
Jandek,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cramps,
The Wake,
Stiv Bators,
Eve St. Jones,
kango's stein massive,
The Motions,
Todd Rundgren,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minny Pops,
Godley & Creme,
The Offenders,
Groovy Waters,
In Retrospect,
a-ha,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.