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 Eritrea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Woodstock and Johannesburg.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Man Eating Sloth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 clarinet 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 All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalann,
Gichy Dan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Certain Ratio,
Nas,
Eric Copeland,
Agent Orange,
Brothers Johnson,
Con Funk Shun,
The Index,
Malaria!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mummies,
Arab on Radar,
Zapp,
Little Man,
Sex Pistols,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young,
Colin Newman,
Television Personalities,
8 Eyed Spy,
FM Einheit,
The Associates,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Terry Callier,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Royal Trux,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry's Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Standells,
Bang On A Can,
Crime,
Warsaw,
Porter Ricks,
Unwound,
Nick Fraelich,
Yazoo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Half Japanese,
Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
The Saints,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doors,
Henry Cow,
Moebius,
Skriet,
The Cramps,
Monks,
Archie Shepp,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.