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 Ghana and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yaz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and an organ 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Josef K,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stetsasonic,
Wolf Eyes,
MDC,
The Gap Band,
Kayak,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bronski Beat,
PIL,
Warsaw,
Hasil Adkins,
Boredoms,
Bob Dylan,
Yusef Lateef,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
This Heat,
Khruangbin,
Erasure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Severed Heads,
Glenn Branca,
Panda Bear,
Ohio Players,
The Remains,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yazoo,
Jawbox,
Audionom,
Gabor Szabo,
Eurythmics,
Reuben Wilson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T.S.O.L.,
Scratch Acid,
Sight & Sound,
Man Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aswad,
The Pretty Things,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cramps,
Sällskapet,
The Fugs,
Matthew Halsall,
Outsiders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The J.B.'s,
Pantytec,
Delta 5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.