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 Kyrgyzstan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Brass Construction to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Jacques Brel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
48th St. Collective,
Moebius,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Green,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wire,
DNA,
Scrapy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dirtbombs,
Dave Gahan,
Siglo XX,
Bizarre Inc.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxette,
Basic Channel,
The Buckinghams,
Guru Guru,
The Saints,
Ice-T,
Drexciya,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronan,
Amon Düül,
Radiopuhelimet,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker,
Erasure,
Faraquet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Prince Buster,
Sam Rivers,
The Martian,
Mission of Burma,
CMW,
China Crisis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül II,
Danielle Patucci,
Metal Thangz,
Camouflage,
Alice Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
Con Funk Shun,
Ash Ra Tempel,
a-ha,
ABBA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crooked Eye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiohead,
Blancmange,
Terry Callier,
Warren Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Lakeside,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.