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 Taiwan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hasil Adkins to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
T. Rex,
Bobby Womack,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Traffic Nightmare,
Interpol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arab on Radar,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reagan Youth,
Von Mondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Au Pairs,
Infiniti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Vogues,
The Evens,
Jacques Brel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Knickerbockers,
Motorama,
Bobby Sherman,
Sam Rivers,
Aaron Thompson,
The New Christs,
Das Ding,
Spandau Ballet,
Maurizio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television Personalities,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amazonics,
Brick,
Japan,
Nirvana,
David Axelrod,
Unwound,
Susan Cadogan,
China Crisis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Loose Ends,
Oneida,
John Holt,
The Invisible,
World's Most,
the Normal,
Joensuu 1685,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Quando Quango,
The Offenders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Stetsasonic,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.