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 Tunisia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lightning Bolt to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Dawn Penn,
Skaos,
Quantec,
The Stooges,
Tim Buckley,
Freddie Wadling,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fortunes,
Wasted Youth,
Don Cherry,
Gabor Szabo,
Juan Atkins,
Skarface,
Dark Day,
The Cramps,
Pantaleimon,
Newcleus,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Normal,
The Music Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Deakin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Model 500,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Age Steppers,
Clear Light,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Style,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
L. Decosne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alton Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Joey Negro,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Section 25,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Michelle Simonal,
The Neon Judgement,
Jandek,
The Buckinghams,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Byrd,
Lyres,
Massinfluence,
Suicide,
The Monochrome Set,
Prince Buster,
Barbara Tucker,
Organ,
Rekid,
The Five Americans,
Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.