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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 the Soft Cell to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camberwell Now,
Intrusion,
Suburban Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed,
Chrome,
Barbara Tucker,
Sister Nancy,
Cecil Taylor,
Section 25,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cowsills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deakin,
Porter Ricks,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantytec,
Gichy Dan,
Sandy B,
The Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Count Five,
The Fall,
Au Pairs,
Young Marble Giants,
Harmonia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hardrive,
Sparks,
Monolake,
Soul II Soul,
Mars,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The J.B.'s,
Man Eating Sloth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Clear Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crime,
Das Ding,
Franke,
Tom Boy,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeru the Damaja,
Iggy Pop,
Bluetip,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers,
Visage,
Quantec,
Excepter,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.