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 Bahamas and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bang On A Can to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spandau Ballet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fugs,
Delta 5,
Jeff Lynne,
Michelle Simonal,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics,
Erasure,
H. Thieme,
Pierre Henry,
New Age Steppers,
Quando Quango,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
Parry Music,
Tommy Roe,
Bang On A Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
K-Klass,
Nirvana,
Aural Exciters,
Eve St. Jones,
Wally Richardson,
The Martian,
Audionom,
The Human League,
Stiv Bators,
Make Up,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Connie Case,
Aaron Thompson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rosa Yemen,
Stetsasonic,
Symarip,
Wasted Youth,
Second Layer,
Aloha Tigers,
Simply Red,
World's Most,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Birthday Party,
The Offenders,
Essential Logic,
Charles Mingus,
These Immortal Souls,
Alton Ellis,
The Trojans,
T. Rex,
The Mojo Men,
The Toasters,
Glenn Branca,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dirtbombs,
Darondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.