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 Switzerland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Nico to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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?
Ronnie Foster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Scion,
Pulsallama,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxette,
Lakeside,
Maurizio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantaleimon,
Alton Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Faraquet,
The Young Rascals,
Dark Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erykah Badu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Zeros,
ABC,
Joe Smooth,
The Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Section 25,
Cheater Slicks,
Panda Bear,
Bush Tetras,
The Raincoats,
The Walker Brothers,
The Residents,
The Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funky Four + One,
The United States of America,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
The Evens,
Public Enemy,
Skarface,
Metal Thangz,
Siglo XX,
Goldenarms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joensuu 1685,
Sparks,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Wake,
Mad Mike,
Pantytec,
Magma,
Icehouse,
John Holt,
Alice Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
Slave,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.