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 Jordan and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 48th St. Collective 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Birthday Party,
One Last Wish,
Davy DMX,
New York Dolls,
Aloha Tigers,
Make Up,
Unwound,
Harry Pussy,
Althea and Donna,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smiths,
Bob Dylan,
Nils Olav,
Subhumans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Silicon Teens,
Harmonia,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Talk Talk,
Tres Demented,
The United States of America,
Sixth Finger,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Terry,
Index,
The Neon Judgement,
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Hill,
Minor Threat,
Basic Channel,
Gang of Four,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cure,
Nirvana,
Liliput,
Brass Construction,
Supertramp,
Schoolly D,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Max Romeo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Hood,
Aaron Thompson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Normal,
Nico,
Bobby Sherman,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Foxx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Average White Band,
Pulsallama,
Cybotron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.