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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Simply Red to the grunge 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
AZ,
The Zeros,
Dark Day,
Tubeway Army,
The Smoke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronan,
Max Romeo,
Kas Product,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül,
The Martian,
June Days,
Suburban Knight,
Quadrant,
Lyres,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Urselle,
Cal Tjader,
X-101,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
June of 44,
The Offenders,
The Human League,
The Star Department,
Sparks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Motions,
Rotary Connection,
The Vogues,
Davy DMX,
Joe Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magma,
Grauzone,
China Crisis,
kango's stein massive,
The Index,
David Bowie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masters at Work,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ten City,
the Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Black Bananas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Selecter,
Gichy Dan,
Sight & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Susan Cadogan,
The American Breed,
Section 25,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dave Gahan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Young Marble Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.