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 Zambia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Angels of Light,
Clear Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Clarke,
Bronski Beat,
Lyres,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Byrd,
The Seeds,
the Germs,
The Neon Judgement,
Nas,
The Remains,
Gang Starr,
Jacques Brel,
Wally Richardson,
The Dead C,
David Axelrod,
Joey Negro,
cv313,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q65,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
R.M.O.,
Theoretical Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
Slave,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Janne Schatter,
Soulsonic Force,
Easy Going,
Babytalk,
Saccharine Trust,
Junior Murvin,
Lucky Dragons,
Maleditus Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
Rapeman,
Public Enemy,
The Toasters,
Darondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Marvin Gaye,
Icehouse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kas Product,
New Order,
Matthew Bourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sparks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
a-ha,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.