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 Moldova and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Velvet Underground to the rock 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Intrusion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quando Quango,
Maurizio,
Bush Tetras,
Siglo XX,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalann,
Minor Threat,
Roger Hodgson,
Eden Ahbez,
Lower 48,
Jeff Lynne,
Scion,
Mandrill,
Make Up,
Lindisfarne,
Man Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Skarface,
Bauhaus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nico,
Dead Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
The Kinks,
This Heat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Real Kids,
Audionom,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arab on Radar,
Von Mondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Amazonics,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Byron Stingily,
Lebanon Hanover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock,
Throbbing Gristle,
FM Einheit,
Ludus,
Zapp,
Yusef Lateef,
Sarah Menescal,
Fad Gadget,
Black Bananas,
the Bar-Kays,
Unrelated Segments,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
ABC,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.