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 Mauritius and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Jacob Miller to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispy Ambulance,
CMW,
OOIOO,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cure,
Pantaleimon,
Charles Mingus,
Icehouse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Christie,
David Bowie,
Monolake,
Sonic Youth,
Smog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zapp,
FM Einheit,
Oblivians,
Intrusion,
Funky Four + One,
La Düsseldorf,
the Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Real Kids,
The Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Patti Smith,
The Smiths,
Supertramp,
Y Pants,
Ultravox,
The Durutti Column,
Delta 5,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Ludus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cramps,
Marine Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bad Manners,
John Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
The Red Krayola,
Kurtis Blow,
Hashim,
Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
The Detroit Cobras,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.