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 Brazil and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kaleidoscope 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Marc Almond,
June of 44,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Walker Brothers,
The Kinks,
Fad Gadget,
Lucky Dragons,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Halsall,
The Leaves,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultimate Spinach,
Smog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grauzone,
Yaz,
Mo-Dettes,
Alphaville,
Ultravox,
The Doors,
Byron Stingily,
Flipper,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Count Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Essential Logic,
Make Up,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ohio Players,
Morten Harket,
Robert Hood,
Sister Nancy,
Quando Quango,
Gang Green,
The Motions,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ituana,
Alison Limerick,
Deakin,
Deepchord,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Duran Duran,
Altered Images,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Holt,
Heaven 17,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Bar-Kays,
New Age Steppers,
The Knickerbockers,
Fatback Band,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.