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 Vietnam and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Josef K to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Angry Samoans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Clarke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vainqueur,
Fear,
The Move,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Mills,
Television Personalities,
Mr. Review,
Negative Approach,
Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Porter Ricks,
The Techniques,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mandrill,
D'Angelo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joey Negro,
Shuggie Otis,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bad Manners,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Martian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Music Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Essential Logic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Curtis Mayfield,
June Days,
Ronan,
Steve Hackett,
This Heat,
The Star Department,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boredoms,
Outsiders,
Fad Gadget,
The Leaves,
kango's stein massive,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.