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 Mongolia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Iggy Pop,
Sonic Youth,
Fear,
Groovy Waters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Banda Bassotti,
Motorama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rod Modell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Fraelich,
Los Fastidios,
Nas,
Deepchord,
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dark Day,
Porter Ricks,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantaleimon,
Vladislav Delay,
Soulsonic Force,
Accadde A,
Q and Not U,
Magma,
Flipper,
Joey Negro,
Thompson Twins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slick Rick,
Kenny Larkin,
the Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radio Birdman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eurythmics,
Kurtis Blow,
Malaria!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marine Girls,
The Young Rascals,
the Swans,
Mr. Review,
Erasure,
Toni Rubio,
Mark Hollis,
Scientists,
Mantronix,
La Düsseldorf,
Cameo,
June Days,
H. Thieme,
The Happenings,
Vainqueur,
The Last Poets,
The Selecter,
The Five Americans,
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.