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 Albania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Slick Rick to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Tres Demented,
Magma,
cv313,
New Order,
The Evens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Aswad,
Barrington Levy,
Barbara Tucker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Sherman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swell Maps,
Sugar Minott,
Pere Ubu,
Audionom,
Brick,
Don Cherry,
Cameo,
Deadbeat,
The Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Darondo,
Bootsy Collins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Urselle,
AZ,
The Slits,
The Saints,
Oblivians,
Ultra Naté,
Eve St. Jones,
The New Christs,
The Count Five,
Malaria!,
Sex Pistols,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Byrd,
Surgeon,
Excepter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kayak,
Masters at Work,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
Marine Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arab on Radar,
Ten City,
Procol Harum,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers,
Joy Division,
Angry Samoans,
Sun City Girls,
Moss Icon,
The Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
OOIOO,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.