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 Tonga and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amon Düül to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
World's Most,
Angry Samoans,
Scion,
The Standells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Finger,
Black Moon,
Bluetip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visage,
Neu!,
Absolute Body Control,
Magma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stereo Dub,
Marshall Jefferson,
Al Stewart,
Steve Hackett,
Bronski Beat,
Essential Logic,
Eli Mardock,
Masters at Work,
Marmalade,
Dennis Brown,
Drexciya,
Darondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultravox,
Moebius,
Sam Rivers,
Eddi Front,
The Cowsills,
The Cramps,
Anthony Braxton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Bowie,
Crime,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
These Immortal Souls,
Simply Red,
Josef K,
DNA,
Organ,
The Gap Band,
The Music Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
ABBA,
Aloha Tigers,
Pagans,
Tres Demented,
Ronnie Foster,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.