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 Libya and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Infiniti to the techno 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Slits,
Hashim,
Simply Red,
Gichy Dan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ice-T,
Sun City Girls,
The Fortunes,
Ronan,
Deakin,
Index,
Porter Ricks,
Bang On A Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scrapy,
The Young Rascals,
Drexciya,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joyce Sims,
The Gories,
The Angels of Light,
the Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Henry Cow,
Blossom Toes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ornette Coleman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Al Stewart,
Minny Pops,
Supertramp,
The Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Das Ding,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Christie,
Pussy Galore,
Pagans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minor Threat,
Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacques Brel,
Letta Mbulu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Gang Dance,
Audionom,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Severed Heads,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dirtbombs,
Main Source,
Black Flag,
Ultravox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.