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 Zimbabwe and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Swans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Thee Headcoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joey Negro,
The Misunderstood,
Jacob Miller,
Hoover,
Popol Vuh,
The New Christs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rufus Thomas,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Eating Sloth,
kango's stein massive,
R.M.O.,
Brick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Move,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Niagra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minutemen,
Talk Talk,
Slick Rick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Leonard Cohen,
Yazoo,
D'Angelo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Raincoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Bronski Beat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wire,
Lee Hazlewood,
E-Dancer,
Clear Light,
The Gories,
June of 44,
The Associates,
Icehouse,
Minnie Riperton,
Rapeman,
Deepchord,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed,
Al Stewart,
Stetsasonic,
MC5,
Metal Thangz,
Oneida,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.