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 Oman and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Liliput to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pole,
John Foxx,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Association,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABBA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Livin' Joy,
Moebius,
The Slackers,
T. Rex,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hasil Adkins,
Ituana,
Jandek,
Echospace,
B.T. Express,
Monks,
The Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Sparks,
Sarah Menescal,
X-Ray Spex,
Mars,
The Five Americans,
Pussy Galore,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James White and The Blacks,
Barbara Tucker,
the Sonics,
The Mummies,
Warren Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Yaz,
Sugar Minott,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Hill,
Warsaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Absolute Body Control,
Aural Exciters,
Aswad,
Brand Nubian,
Motorama,
Television Personalities,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marine Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Excepter,
The Mojo Men,
Marmalade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare,
Ice-T,
Fela Kuti,
Slick Rick,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.