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 Brazil and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Harmonia,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dual Sessions,
Von Mondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Almond,
Black Moon,
Donny Hathaway,
Magma,
Lindisfarne,
MDC,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chrome,
Inner City,
The Last Poets,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rosa Yemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Connie Case,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slave,
John Holt,
The Toasters,
Boz Scaggs,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Al Stewart,
Bob Dylan,
Charles Mingus,
Radio Birdman,
Minnie Riperton,
John Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
The Litter,
Public Enemy,
The Angels of Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gichy Dan,
The Blackbyrds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The J.B.'s,
Graham Central Station,
a-ha,
Skarface,
Brand Nubian,
Jawbox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Massinfluence,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T.S.O.L.,
The Star Department,
Ituana,
Lou Christie,
Ludus,
Tommy Roe,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.