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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Tommy Roe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
T. Rex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blues Magoos,
Tommy Roe,
Pantaleimon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Pus,
DNA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABBA,
Skaos,
the Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
R.M.O.,
KRS-One,
Sixth Finger,
Gang of Four,
Michelle Simonal,
John Holt,
Malaria!,
Todd Terry,
Reagan Youth,
Eurythmics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delta 5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Au Pairs,
Ken Boothe,
Infiniti,
Bad Manners,
Bob Dylan,
Lucky Dragons,
Bluetip,
Mad Mike,
Liliput,
Ultravox,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television Personalities,
Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerri Chandler,
Excepter,
the Normal,
The Martian,
Mars,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Motions,
The Black Dice,
Crime,
Black Bananas,
Arcadia,
Donald Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.