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 Nigeria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Oneida to the crunk 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Near,
Aaron Thompson,
Main Source,
Scion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
EPMD,
Wasted Youth,
The Gories,
Neu!,
Connie Case,
China Crisis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bob Dylan,
ABC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eurythmics,
Gong,
Ronnie Foster,
Darondo,
Saccharine Trust,
The Red Krayola,
Oneida,
Excepter,
Susan Cadogan,
Y Pants,
Ultra Naté,
Barbara Tucker,
Second Layer,
The Selecter,
MDC,
The Standells,
Scott Walker,
Index,
The Misunderstood,
The Blackbyrds,
Juan Atkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boredoms,
The Cramps,
Fluxion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quadrant,
E-Dancer,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Bananas,
Vainqueur,
Marvin Gaye,
Roger Hodgson,
Babytalk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Young Rascals,
Banda Bassotti,
The Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.