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 Bahamas and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bronski Beat to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and a clarinet 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
OOIOO,
Aloha Tigers,
Vainqueur,
Pet Shop Boys,
Panda Bear,
Henry Cow,
Joey Negro,
Lakeside,
Bush Tetras,
Buzzcocks,
In Retrospect,
Monks,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nico,
Black Bananas,
The Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Crispy Ambulance,
AZ,
Barry Ungar,
Rufus Thomas,
Fear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Con Funk Shun,
Sugar Minott,
Public Enemy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Lyres,
Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
B.T. Express,
Public Image Ltd.,
This Heat,
Kerri Chandler,
The Golliwogs,
Sarah Menescal,
Intrusion,
Simply Red,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
La Düsseldorf,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yaz,
Bill Near,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlback,
China Crisis,
Sex Pistols,
Make Up,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stereo Dub,
Fad Gadget,
The Count Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Invisible,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.