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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deepchord to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Susan Cadogan,
Sister Nancy,
Kenny Larkin,
EPMD,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bob Dylan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Massinfluence,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Main Source,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cecil Taylor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
kango's stein massive,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Starr,
Reagan Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Simply Red,
One Last Wish,
Maurizio,
Wolf Eyes,
Clear Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Lucky Dragons,
Davy DMX,
Byron Stingily,
Pylon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pere Ubu,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Hill,
Wings,
Ponytail,
Pierre Henry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Half Japanese,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Leaves,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kurtis Blow,
Nas,
Duran Duran,
The Mojo Men,
Amazonics,
James White and The Blacks,
The Busters,
Cal Tjader,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smoke,
Rufus Thomas,
cv313,
John Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
OOIOO,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.