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 Chad and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Japan,
David McCallum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The United States of America,
One Last Wish,
Rufus Thomas,
Delta 5,
Archie Shepp,
Tubeway Army,
Thompson Twins,
Brand Nubian,
The J.B.'s,
T. Rex,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Names,
CMW,
Hashim,
The Stooges,
The Five Americans,
Liliput,
Skarface,
Blancmange,
Tommy Roe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rapeman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Laurel Aitken,
Carl Craig,
Bob Dylan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
Clear Light,
Ludus,
Bush Tetras,
Darondo,
The Evens,
The Dead C,
Slick Rick,
Basic Channel,
Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Franke,
Interpol,
Bootsy Collins,
The Seeds,
Qualms,
X-102,
Marine Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Techniques,
June of 44,
Television,
Bang On A Can,
Absolute Body Control,
Stetsasonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Chrome,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Curtis Mayfield,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.