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 Azerbaijan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Germs to the crunk 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Skaos,
Lalo Schifrin,
June Days,
Depeche Mode,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Toni Rubio,
Liliput,
Cluster,
Joensuu 1685,
The Vogues,
Joyce Sims,
Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
E-Dancer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gories,
Alphaville,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Slits,
The Dead C,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mummies,
Lucky Dragons,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rapeman,
Fear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Residents,
Stetsasonic,
Newcleus,
Make Up,
Wings,
Funky Four + One,
The Cramps,
Carl Craig,
Youth Brigade,
Aswad,
Kerri Chandler,
The Durutti Column,
Stiv Bators,
The Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ossler,
Jacques Brel,
Angry Samoans,
Smog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Whodini,
Amon Düül II,
T.S.O.L.,
LL Cool J,
DNA,
The Dirtbombs,
John Holt,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.