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 Burkina and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the crunk 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Happenings,
Alison Limerick,
X-101,
Dennis Brown,
Lindisfarne,
MC5,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wings,
Warren Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Shoche,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minor Threat,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MDC,
The Invisible,
China Crisis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hoover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skaos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T.S.O.L.,
Oneida,
Jerry's Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Harry Pussy,
Groovy Waters,
Vladislav Delay,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wire,
The Searchers,
The Black Dice,
Masters at Work,
Circle Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
The Moleskins,
Arab on Radar,
The Victims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gabor Szabo,
Sandy B,
Gang Gang Dance,
Symarip,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
Q and Not U,
The Smiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Misunderstood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.