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 Italy and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Popol Vuh to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a mellotron 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Toni Rubio,
Hasil Adkins,
Saccharine Trust,
Blossom Toes,
Groovy Waters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unrelated Segments,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Görl,
Todd Rundgren,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brothers Johnson,
Quando Quango,
Rapeman,
Fatback Band,
Fugazi,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Clear Light,
Iggy Pop,
Skaos,
The Zeros,
Reuben Wilson,
Von Mondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Symarip,
Wire,
Bizarre Inc.,
Underground Resistance,
Don Cherry,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Piero Umiliani,
Oblivians,
Neil Young,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ten City,
the Germs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
The Saints,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rekid,
Ohio Players,
Hot Snakes,
Scratch Acid,
Urselle,
Mandrill,
kango's stein massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Davy DMX,
PIL,
Thee Headcoats,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.