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 Congo and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Circle Jerks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Pagans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dead C,
Mad Mike,
Japan,
Rotary Connection,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skaos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Residents,
Isaac Hayes,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Clarke,
David Bowie,
Little Man,
The Angels of Light,
Rufus Thomas,
David McCallum,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Sheep,
Roxy Music,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Divine Comedy,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Bill Near,
Jeff Lynne,
The Vogues,
Echospace,
Ponytail,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moleskins,
Henry Cow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris Corsano,
X-101,
Boredoms,
The Pretty Things,
The New Christs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker,
Grey Daturas,
Delta 5,
Lower 48,
The Remains,
CMW,
Niagra,
Yaz,
Nas,
Parry Music,
Juan Atkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.