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 Colombia and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Alton Ellis to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dead Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Zeros,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Josef K,
Youth Brigade,
MC5,
The Count Five,
Lalann,
Blake Baxter,
Henry Cow,
D'Angelo,
Supertramp,
Black Bananas,
Davy DMX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hoover,
Desert Stars,
Ronan,
Masters at Work,
Kayak,
Slick Rick,
Stereo Dub,
Siglo XX,
Bauhaus,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suicide,
F. McDonald,
Laurel Aitken,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Sherman,
Tommy Roe,
the Association,
Joe Finger,
Bang On A Can,
Alphaville,
Donald Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kenny Larkin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
the Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Monolake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Niagra,
Depeche Mode,
June of 44,
Tom Boy,
DJ Style,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.