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 Ghana and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Livin' Joy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Skaos,
Black Flag,
Fad Gadget,
Section 25,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
OOIOO,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Womack,
KRS-One,
Amazonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Count Five,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magma,
Nas,
Can,
June Days,
Faust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skarface,
The Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
Prince Buster,
Crime,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quantec,
The Martian,
The Associates,
A Certain Ratio,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul II Soul,
Chris Corsano,
the Slits,
The Smiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Tim Buckley,
CMW,
Kool Moe Dee,
Severed Heads,
Morten Harket,
Piero Umiliani,
Surgeon,
Todd Terry,
Pantytec,
The Motions,
Fugazi,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Knickerbockers,
John Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.