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 San Marino and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Divine Comedy to the punk 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moss Icon,
Parry Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Eating Sloth,
Qualms,
The Smoke,
The Mojo Men,
Pussy Galore,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gap Band,
The Red Krayola,
Dawn Penn,
Rod Modell,
Zapp,
Ultra Naté,
Section 25,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rotary Connection,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fatback Band,
Average White Band,
Subhumans,
Dual Sessions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Audionom,
Barbara Tucker,
Lindisfarne,
The Black Dice,
The Happenings,
One Last Wish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monks,
Lakeside,
AZ,
The Count Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kenny Larkin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Seeds,
The United States of America,
Dave Gahan,
Susan Cadogan,
X-Ray Spex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liliput,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Remains,
Jacques Brel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Fraelich,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Association,
The Residents,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.