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 Uzbekistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Jesper Dahlback to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Josef K,
Fatback Band,
The Dead C,
ABBA,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Wyatt,
Eurythmics,
The Martian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiohead,
Monolake,
Radio Birdman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Görl,
Ohio Players,
Altered Images,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cybotron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Whodini,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pussy Galore,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pop Group,
The Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultravox,
The Smoke,
Laurel Aitken,
Unwound,
Camouflage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Audionom,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mission of Burma,
The Index,
The Pretty Things,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hot Snakes,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Danielle Patucci,
Y Pants,
The Victims,
Oneida,
Bizarre Inc.,
PIL,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.