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 Bulgaria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Yaz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crime,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bad Manners,
Max Romeo,
Minutemen,
Newcleus,
Lightning Bolt,
Tres Demented,
Masters at Work,
ABBA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Loose Ends,
Rufus Thomas,
Sound Behaviour,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Icehouse,
The Dead C,
Khruangbin,
Crooked Eye,
Fatback Band,
Quando Quango,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eddi Front,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Porter Ricks,
The Standells,
Magma,
Godley & Creme,
the Human League,
Essential Logic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Al Stewart,
The Angels of Light,
Smog,
The Fugs,
Hot Snakes,
Anakelly,
The Fortunes,
Sam Rivers,
Pylon,
The Remains,
The Gories,
Gil Scott Heron,
Los Fastidios,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T. Rex,
Rotary Connection,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacob Miller,
F. McDonald,
Parry Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Babytalk,
Agitation Free,
Funky Four + One,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.