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 Nigeria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sixth Finger to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Scrapy,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Index,
Sarah Menescal,
The Seeds,
The Dead C,
Con Funk Shun,
Pulsallama,
JFA,
Tears for Fears,
Wire,
Kayak,
Funkadelic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Grauzone,
Little Man,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rosa Yemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Circle Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cymande,
Schoolly D,
Sugar Minott,
Stetsasonic,
Simply Red,
Crime,
Y Pants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cowsills,
Don Cherry,
The Durutti Column,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacob Miller,
Saccharine Trust,
Average White Band,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Bananas,
Tom Boy,
Rod Modell,
Hashim,
The Human League,
Junior Murvin,
John Foxx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Osbourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vainqueur,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.