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 Brunei and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Tommy Roe to the dance 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
China Crisis,
Swans,
ABBA,
Livin' Joy,
Kenny Larkin,
Aaron Thompson,
Davy DMX,
Lungfish,
The Invisible,
Shuggie Otis,
KRS-One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Black Dice,
Procol Harum,
Pantaleimon,
Excepter,
Clear Light,
Magma,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cure,
June Days,
Moebius,
The Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Foxx,
The Music Machine,
X-101,
Icehouse,
Deakin,
OOIOO,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joey Negro,
Royal Trux,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kas Product,
The New Christs,
Ten City,
Henry Cow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scion,
The Gories,
Dead Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Enemy,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smoke,
Blancmange,
Easy Going,
Infiniti,
Arab on Radar,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.