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 Mali and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Maleditus Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
This Heat,
Icehouse,
Parry Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
In Retrospect,
These Immortal Souls,
The Victims,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Pantaleimon,
The Stooges,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Mills,
MDC,
Camouflage,
Mr. Review,
Roxy Music,
The Associates,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül II,
Jacob Miller,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thee Headcoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reagan Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Loose Ends,
Newcleus,
Amazonics,
The Sonics,
Excepter,
John Holt,
The Happenings,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Hoover,
The Index,
New Order,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nas,
Dual Sessions,
Echospace,
Siglo XX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smoke,
Country Teasers,
Dave Gahan,
AZ,
John Foxx,
The Cowsills,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Tremeloes,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.