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 Ukraine and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare 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 Connie Case to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Scrapy,
Goldenarms,
cv313,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arcadia,
The Associates,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smiths,
The Monochrome Set,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Searchers,
Adolescents,
Leonard Cohen,
Suicide,
The Modern Lovers,
Whodini,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Rundgren,
10cc,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mark Hollis,
The Happenings,
Jerry's Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Names,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
E-Dancer,
MDC,
Visage,
ABC,
Massinfluence,
John Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Barry Ungar,
Lower 48,
Talk Talk,
AZ,
Shoche,
Duran Duran,
Nik Kershaw,
the Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Mr. Review,
Black Pus,
Agitation Free,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Deadbeat,
Kurtis Blow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skriet,
Boz Scaggs,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.