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 Swaziland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Second Layer to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blake Baxter,
Max Romeo,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang On A Can,
The Dead C,
Symarip,
Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
The Real Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Minny Pops,
Supertramp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Byron Stingily,
Schoolly D,
Warren Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Swell Maps,
The Zeros,
Deakin,
Section 25,
The New Christs,
Scientists,
Silicon Teens,
Altered Images,
MDC,
John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Jacques Brel,
Gabor Szabo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABC,
Marmalade,
EPMD,
Chris Corsano,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Wells,
Das Ding,
Suburban Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Half Japanese,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pere Ubu,
The Remains,
This Heat,
Rites of Spring,
Bauhaus,
Quantec,
Zapp,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick Morgan,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.