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 Germany and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Warren Ellis to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Smog,
The Fortunes,
Slick Rick,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dave Clark Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boz Scaggs,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cowsills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magazine,
the Slits,
The Music Machine,
The Doors,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Khruangbin,
Bang On A Can,
The Misunderstood,
Radio Birdman,
Scientists,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Jawbox,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxette,
Little Man,
Simply Red,
The Happenings,
Sex Pistols,
Sparks,
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cymande,
Symarip,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terry Callier,
Rhythm & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nirvana,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronnie Foster,
Boredoms,
Subhumans,
Cecil Taylor,
Vainqueur,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Kerri Chandler,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.