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 Spain and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bush Tetras to the punk 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Davy DMX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dave Gahan,
Warren Ellis,
Black Moon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ossler,
Gang of Four,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Morten Harket,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool Moe Dee,
OOIOO,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faraquet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arab on Radar,
Zero Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
New York Dolls,
The Five Americans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Jawbox,
Tommy Roe,
Harry Pussy,
The Divine Comedy,
Minnie Riperton,
F. McDonald,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hardrive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash,
Al Stewart,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arthur Verocai,
Stiv Bators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flipper,
Bluetip,
Dual Sessions,
Darondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Underground Resistance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monks,
The Raincoats,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.