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 Jamaica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Amon Düül II to the rock 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a snare 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Niagra,
Pantytec,
Maleditus Sound,
The Five Americans,
Sparks,
Main Source,
The Smoke,
Matthew Bourne,
Mandrill,
Thompson Twins,
Scrapy,
Peter & Gordon,
Davy DMX,
Bauhaus,
Radiohead,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Toni Rubio,
The Fortunes,
The Toasters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wasted Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Easy Going,
Colin Newman,
Funkadelic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pretty Things,
Roxette,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
The Real Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zapp,
Lightning Bolt,
Fatback Band,
Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nirvana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool Moe Dee,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül,
Aaron Thompson,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pop Group,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
Aswad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Certain Ratio,
Oneida,
Ronan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rosa Yemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Slave,
Symarip,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.