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 Bangladesh and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oblivians to the dance 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gladiators,
The Zeros,
The Slackers,
Qualms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camouflage,
The Martian,
Lakeside,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Wyatt,
Fluxion,
Absolute Body Control,
Intrusion,
Groovy Waters,
Minor Threat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers,
Banda Bassotti,
Slick Rick,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doobie Brothers,
K-Klass,
Juan Atkins,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young,
The Beau Brummels,
The Walker Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Hoover,
KRS-One,
The Busters,
Metal Thangz,
Scan 7,
In Retrospect,
Reagan Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Saccharine Trust,
CMW,
Q65,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Rites of Spring,
The Durutti Column,
Urselle,
Albert Ayler,
Eve St. Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Dead Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Scrapy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Outsiders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Porter Ricks,
the Association,
Marmalade,
Joe Finger,
Black Pus,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.