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 Kuwait and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Supertramp to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Cheater Slicks,
Quadrant,
Frankie Knuckles,
U.S. Maple,
Skaos,
Darondo,
In Retrospect,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Main Source,
Yaz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
UT,
Mary Jane Girls,
Al Stewart,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ituana,
Tubeway Army,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June Days,
Sparks,
Siglo XX,
John Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters,
Sam Rivers,
Gang of Four,
Peter & Gordon,
Saccharine Trust,
Kayak,
The Saints,
Donald Byrd,
Harmonia,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Golliwogs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Starr,
Camouflage,
Quando Quango,
The Associates,
Zero Boys,
Faraquet,
Vainqueur,
Crooked Eye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nas,
Moby Grape,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Star Department,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q and Not U,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.