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 Nigeria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Quadrant to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Lyres,
Pierre Henry,
Pantytec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fluxion,
Robert Hood,
The Techniques,
Archie Shepp,
Stetsasonic,
Colin Newman,
ABC,
Anthony Braxton,
The Saints,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Bananas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Green,
Lalann,
Altered Images,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The United States of America,
Massinfluence,
Albert Ayler,
Gong,
kango's stein massive,
Ultravox,
Jerry's Kids,
The Real Kids,
DJ Style,
Donny Hathaway,
The Motions,
Bauhaus,
Brass Construction,
Donald Byrd,
Simply Red,
World's Most,
Flash Fearless,
Arthur Verocai,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Clarke,
K-Klass,
Thee Headcoats,
Lungfish,
Reagan Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Babytalk,
Joyce Sims,
The Fall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Section 25,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.