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 Comoros and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Agitation Free to the jazz 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Rod Modell,
Black Moon,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick May,
The Angels of Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Bluetip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Au Pairs,
K-Klass,
Donny Hathaway,
Suburban Knight,
The Busters,
China Crisis,
Severed Heads,
Man Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Reagan Youth,
the Slits,
The Gun Club,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Organ,
The American Breed,
Lightning Bolt,
Schoolly D,
the Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Lower 48,
KRS-One,
B.T. Express,
Faraquet,
Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Mills,
Television,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Toasters,
A Certain Ratio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
Warsaw,
Ronnie Foster,
The Tremeloes,
Gabor Szabo,
Khruangbin,
Siglo XX,
Rekid,
Neu!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alison Limerick,
Dawn Penn,
Dead Boys,
Surgeon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joey Negro,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.