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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the punk 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fugazi,
Black Pus,
The Moleskins,
Cal Tjader,
Lower 48,
Sixth Finger,
Gong,
Black Flag,
Marshall Jefferson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T.S.O.L.,
Don Cherry,
DNA,
Todd Rundgren,
Maleditus Sound,
Adolescents,
Lightning Bolt,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash,
The American Breed,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smoke,
X-101,
Boredoms,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ponytail,
The Beau Brummels,
Royal Trux,
Colin Newman,
Arcadia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Model 500,
New Age Steppers,
Sun City Girls,
Mr. Review,
Cheater Slicks,
Circle Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drexciya,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker,
Alice Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cybotron,
Anakelly,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.