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 Oman and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
JFA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Zeros,
Joy Division,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra,
Young Marble Giants,
New York Dolls,
Scan 7,
Pere Ubu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yazoo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Trumans Water,
The Mummies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Saints,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Technova,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flash Fearless,
Eurythmics,
Japan,
Camberwell Now,
Tomorrow,
Wire,
Stetsasonic,
Sight & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Q and Not U,
Suburban Knight,
Minutemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Eli Mardock,
Easy Going,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiohead,
Tears for Fears,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers,
The Doors,
Pagans,
Ronan,
The Kinks,
Heaven 17,
Ten City,
Inner City,
the Germs,
Zapp,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.