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 Ukraine and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 ABC to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Cowsills,
The Zeros,
Lindisfarne,
the Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Zapp,
Livin' Joy,
L. Decosne,
CMW,
Rotary Connection,
Radiohead,
The Divine Comedy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wasted Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deadbeat,
the Swans,
Whodini,
Deakin,
Moebius,
Bill Near,
Terry Callier,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Excepter,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Sherman,
cv313,
Cluster,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Starr,
Lalo Schifrin,
Piero Umiliani,
Juan Atkins,
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Patti Smith,
Half Japanese,
Slave,
Eli Mardock,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Skatalites,
The Walker Brothers,
Infiniti,
The J.B.'s,
The Buckinghams,
Grey Daturas,
KRS-One,
The Stooges,
Mandrill,
a-ha,
Y Pants,
Byron Stingily,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Fraelich,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.