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 Dominica and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bang On A Can to the jazz 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Lou Reed,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Young Rascals,
The Star Department,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers,
Rites of Spring,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Last Poets,
Parry Music,
Q and Not U,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
Sparks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blossom Toes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Germs,
Glenn Branca,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pierre Henry,
The Black Dice,
Supertramp,
Absolute Body Control,
Fear,
Loose Ends,
Sight & Sound,
Shoche,
The Vogues,
The Golliwogs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alton Ellis,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smiths,
Colin Newman,
JFA,
Todd Terry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marine Girls,
Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Happenings,
Alice Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Yazoo,
Stiv Bators,
Qualms,
Blake Baxter,
Eddi Front,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deepchord,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Easy Going,
Janne Schatter,
K-Klass,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.