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 Andorra and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 8 Eyed Spy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a snare 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Cure,
The Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Sun City Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
The Victims,
Moebius,
Wally Richardson,
Essential Logic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Dave Gahan,
Sparks,
Janne Schatter,
Panda Bear,
the Human League,
Quadrant,
The Litter,
Hoover,
Porter Ricks,
The Fugs,
Urselle,
Deadbeat,
The Zeros,
Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
Judy Mowatt,
Main Source,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Toasters,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doors,
Ludus,
Drexciya,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Visage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cymande,
the Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hardrive,
10cc,
Scrapy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Circle Jerks,
The Offenders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacques Brel,
AZ,
Talk Talk,
Joy Division,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Niagra,
June Days,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.