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 Korea South and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quadrant to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
E-Dancer,
Henry Cow,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Cell,
Ludus,
Zero Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camberwell Now,
Thompson Twins,
Funkadelic,
The Selecter,
Minnie Riperton,
AZ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anakelly,
Scan 7,
Crooked Eye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blake Baxter,
Stetsasonic,
Jacques Brel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Near,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ten City,
Wings,
Roger Hodgson,
The Toasters,
Circle Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Wyatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Hood,
Flash Fearless,
Porter Ricks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
Newcleus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television Personalities,
Rosa Yemen,
Don Cherry,
the Swans,
Kayak,
Cluster,
The Buckinghams,
Icehouse,
In Retrospect,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ossler,
Ice-T,
Royal Trux,
Bad Manners,
Tom Boy,
Howard Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.