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 Croatia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cluster to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moleskins,
Talk Talk,
Bluetip,
Pere Ubu,
Monolake,
Symarip,
Ten City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Flag,
Derrick May,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dawn Penn,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
David Axelrod,
The Moody Blues,
X-Ray Spex,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter and Kerry,
The Move,
The Martian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brand Nubian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Massinfluence,
Dead Boys,
The Selecter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crooked Eye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fat Boys,
The Slits,
Ponytail,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gong,
Oblivians,
Ludus,
Man Parrish,
David Bowie,
David McCallum,
The Doors,
Ultravox,
Pulsallama,
Slick Rick,
Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.