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 Indonesia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 J.B.'s to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
James White and The Blacks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Raincoats,
The Pretty Things,
Spoonie Gee,
Goldenarms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maurizio,
K-Klass,
Intrusion,
Marc Almond,
Isaac Hayes,
The Vogues,
The Mojo Men,
Panda Bear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül,
Slave,
Jawbox,
Nils Olav,
Mad Mike,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Terry,
Funky Four + One,
Outsiders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Babytalk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Erykah Badu,
Quando Quango,
Eric Dolphy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television,
The New Christs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smiths,
Rekid,
The Stooges,
Heaven 17,
Pulsallama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ralphi Rosario,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Idris Muhammad,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hasil Adkins,
Cal Tjader,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joy Division,
Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
The Selecter,
World's Most,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Basic Channel,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.