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 Guatemala and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Marcia Griffiths to the techno 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang On A Can,
the Normal,
The Searchers,
Reagan Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Donny Hathaway,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scion,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Velvet Underground,
Radio Birdman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Certain Ratio,
Amazonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Almond,
The Move,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Zeros,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mars,
The Black Dice,
Bad Manners,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Niagra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dark Day,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
Bronski Beat,
Fatback Band,
Goldenarms,
Piero Umiliani,
Swell Maps,
Sarah Menescal,
Mark Hollis,
The United States of America,
Yusef Lateef,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Danielle Patucci,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sällskapet,
Siglo XX,
Skarface,
Mad Mike,
OOIOO,
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Evens,
FM Einheit,
Deepchord,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Golliwogs,
Groovy Waters,
In Retrospect,
Sight & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Technova,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.