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 Afghanistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ultimate Spinach to the dance 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Fluxion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stereo Dub,
Zapp,
Pylon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stockholm Monsters,
Model 500,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moebius,
Ten City,
The Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gap Band,
Bob Dylan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neu!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shoche,
Soulsonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DNA,
the Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Eden Ahbez,
Q and Not U,
Underground Resistance,
The Saints,
Qualms,
Whodini,
John Holt,
cv313,
Yellowson,
Minutemen,
Faraquet,
John Lydon,
Sam Rivers,
The Gladiators,
Newcleus,
Terry Callier,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultra Naté,
Sun City Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
The Last Poets,
Radiohead,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warsaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mandrill,
The Vogues,
Saccharine Trust,
June Days,
Gang Green,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.