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 Namibia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 This Heat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
CMW,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Joey Negro,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Finger,
Von Mondo,
The Mojo Men,
Whodini,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Moon,
Inner City,
The Cowsills,
Young Marble Giants,
The Invisible,
Jeff Mills,
T.S.O.L.,
Thee Headcoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Con Funk Shun,
Max Romeo,
Cameo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stiv Bators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reuben Wilson,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Young Rascals,
Alice Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Radio Birdman,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arcadia,
FM Einheit,
Q65,
JFA,
Grey Daturas,
Rotary Connection,
Section 25,
Drexciya,
Little Man,
Simply Red,
Junior Murvin,
Rapeman,
Schoolly D,
The Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Teasers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scion,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.