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 Bangladesh and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Kinks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Nils Olav,
David Axelrod,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul II Soul,
Bang On A Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Mad Mike,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Cymande,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Kaleidoscope,
Deakin,
Rod Modell,
the Germs,
DJ Sneak,
Scion,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Wake,
Animal Collective,
Hot Snakes,
Man Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Erasure,
Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül II,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Essential Logic,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeru the Damaja,
Groovy Waters,
Babytalk,
Wally Richardson,
The Moleskins,
June of 44,
Wasted Youth,
Ice-T,
Symarip,
L. Decosne,
MC5,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-102,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fall,
Spandau Ballet,
Lower 48,
cv313,
Janne Schatter,
Theoretical Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ponytail,
Excepter,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.