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 Sweden and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
the Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mummies,
Black Pus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slave,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Easy Going,
Brothers Johnson,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
D'Angelo,
The Skatalites,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Index,
The Birthday Party,
The Neon Judgement,
Symarip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantaleimon,
Patti Smith,
Whodini,
Make Up,
Amon Düül,
The Flesh Eaters,
Underground Resistance,
The Misunderstood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang On A Can,
Niagra,
Main Source,
Groovy Waters,
Au Pairs,
Dual Sessions,
Cymande,
Pole,
The Cowsills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Technova,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Rundgren,
Tears for Fears,
La Düsseldorf,
Babytalk,
Laurel Aitken,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Sherman,
EPMD,
Janne Schatter,
Public Enemy,
The Names,
Barclay James Harvest,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.