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 Papua New Guinea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Patti Smith to the electroclash 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator 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 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Idris Muhammad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Womack,
Glenn Branca,
Newcleus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Al Stewart,
Anthony Braxton,
Byron Stingily,
The Fuzztones,
Fat Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
One Last Wish,
June of 44,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minor Threat,
Oneida,
Technova,
Isaac Hayes,
Leonard Cohen,
Letta Mbulu,
Minnie Riperton,
Lower 48,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young,
Jandek,
Ronan,
Barrington Levy,
Eli Mardock,
Pierre Henry,
Massinfluence,
the Bar-Kays,
Brass Construction,
Hot Snakes,
Groovy Waters,
Radiohead,
Organ,
Faust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
PIL,
Eddi Front,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blancmange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
Icehouse,
Grauzone,
Clear Light,
Magazine,
The Residents,
Shuggie Otis,
Eden Ahbez,
Blake Baxter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Adolescents,
Magma,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.