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 El Salvador and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Lalo Schifrin,
JFA,
Harmonia,
Black Moon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Flag,
Robert Wyatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mo-Dettes,
Crooked Eye,
Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
June Days,
Matthew Bourne,
Ten City,
Bill Near,
Warren Ellis,
The Cure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oneida,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moody Blues,
Brothers Johnson,
The Stooges,
Intrusion,
PIL,
Mary Jane Girls,
The American Breed,
Main Source,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scientists,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blancmange,
Thompson Twins,
Freddie Wadling,
The Golliwogs,
LL Cool J,
The Last Poets,
The Blackbyrds,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arab on Radar,
Model 500,
Jeff Mills,
Vainqueur,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gerry Rafferty,
Motorama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yellowson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Evens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.