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 Vietnam and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slave to the rap 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Gichy Dan,
Radiohead,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
AZ,
Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Human League,
The Index,
John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Sugar Minott,
Lakeside,
Spandau Ballet,
Cal Tjader,
Yusef Lateef,
Yazoo,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Josef K,
Parry Music,
The Saints,
Michelle Simonal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul II Soul,
CMW,
Mantronix,
T.S.O.L.,
Sixth Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Brand Nubian,
Supertramp,
Schoolly D,
Technova,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gap Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Amazonics,
Y Pants,
The Pretty Things,
Davy DMX,
Nas,
the Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Section 25,
Nico,
Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Bill Near,
Steve Hackett,
Television,
Bad Manners,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.