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 Ecuador and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 K-Klass to the techno 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultra Naté,
Kayak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Copeland,
The Dave Clark Five,
Buzzcocks,
Section 25,
T.S.O.L.,
The Residents,
Inner City,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gories,
Ossler,
Q and Not U,
Lyres,
John Foxx,
Bobby Womack,
K-Klass,
Skriet,
Sarah Menescal,
Intrusion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lightning Bolt,
Youth Brigade,
Erasure,
One Last Wish,
The Dirtbombs,
Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pere Ubu,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moby Grape,
Byron Stingily,
Sun City Girls,
The Vogues,
Faust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rapeman,
Stiv Bators,
The Real Kids,
Goldenarms,
Joy Division,
Index,
JFA,
The Standells,
Kas Product,
Hoover,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
cv313,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.