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 New Zealand and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 The Gories to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba 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 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Gun Club,
Todd Terry,
Q65,
Eurythmics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Morten Harket,
Roger Hodgson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skarface,
John Foxx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arthur Verocai,
X-102,
Bush Tetras,
China Crisis,
Infiniti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
OOIOO,
Bad Manners,
Joe Finger,
Khruangbin,
Hardrive,
The Monochrome Set,
The J.B.'s,
Crispy Ambulance,
Curtis Mayfield,
E-Dancer,
Fugazi,
The Blues Magoos,
cv313,
Accadde A,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Silicon Teens,
Peter & Gordon,
Saccharine Trust,
The Victims,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Davy DMX,
Can,
Qualms,
Section 25,
Isaac Hayes,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anakelly,
Suburban Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New York Dolls,
Stereo Dub,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
B.T. Express,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cowsills,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.