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 Indonesia and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bang On A Can to the rap 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Simply Red,
the Slits,
David McCallum,
DJ Style,
The Count Five,
Derrick May,
Average White Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Intrusion,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Iggy Pop,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Thee Headcoats,
Infiniti,
Oblivians,
Darondo,
The Wake,
Television,
Jawbox,
Chris & Cosey,
The Young Rascals,
LL Cool J,
Jandek,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Copeland,
Silicon Teens,
Flipper,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Section 25,
Goldenarms,
Metal Thangz,
K-Klass,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Hood,
A Certain Ratio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mr. Review,
Ten City,
the Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Scrapy,
Agent Orange,
Dawn Penn,
JFA,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.