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 Sri Lanka and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Halsall,
Franke,
The Moleskins,
The Offenders,
Jerry's Kids,
Quando Quango,
Cameo,
Alice Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anakelly,
Michelle Simonal,
MDC,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kaleidoscope,
Aaron Thompson,
The Last Poets,
David Axelrod,
E-Dancer,
Radio Birdman,
Roger Hodgson,
World's Most,
Chris Corsano,
FM Einheit,
Toni Rubio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Birthday Party,
X-101,
Freddie Wadling,
Byron Stingily,
Man Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dennis Brown,
Kayak,
Scrapy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Busters,
Mo-Dettes,
Technova,
Mr. Review,
Von Mondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantaleimon,
Symarip,
Flipper,
John Lydon,
Joe Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Bad Manners,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.