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 Nauru and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Real Kids to the electroclash 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Saccharine Trust,
Q65,
Grey Daturas,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Techniques,
These Immortal Souls,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warren Ellis,
The Cowsills,
Zapp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick May,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry's Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magazine,
Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Pole,
cv313,
The Modern Lovers,
New Age Steppers,
Rufus Thomas,
Suicide,
Reuben Wilson,
Carl Craig,
Ultravox,
Yusef Lateef,
Gong,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dave Gahan,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Hill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nirvana,
Scion,
Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Severed Heads,
Theoretical Girls,
Mars,
Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Halsall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lindisfarne,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New York Dolls,
Mission of Burma,
Desert Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Circle Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Scan 7,
the Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonic Youth,
Ice-T,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.