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 Chile and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Shuggie Otis to the grunge 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Scrapy,
KRS-One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camouflage,
Deadbeat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric B and Rakim,
Can,
Faraquet,
The Saints,
Technova,
Kaleidoscope,
The Names,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Association,
Dual Sessions,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television,
AZ,
Au Pairs,
Barrington Levy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Searchers,
The Durutti Column,
Second Layer,
The Zeros,
Carl Craig,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Womack,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Bowie,
Pagans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül II,
Tropical Tobacco,
kango's stein massive,
Delta 5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Toni Rubio,
Nas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crime,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bush Tetras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Basic Channel,
Sight & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Silicon Teens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mojo Men,
The Black Dice,
Inner City,
Barclay James Harvest,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.