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 Gabon and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the punk 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Technova,
Con Funk Shun,
Marmalade,
Suicide,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Shuggie Otis,
Lower 48,
Roger Hodgson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The J.B.'s,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gun Club,
Black Sheep,
Dual Sessions,
T.S.O.L.,
Dead Boys,
The Fortunes,
Aural Exciters,
Das Ding,
One Last Wish,
Marine Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra,
Toni Rubio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jawbox,
John Lydon,
Scan 7,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Parry Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Hoover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hashim,
Sun City Girls,
Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Audionom,
Guru Guru,
LL Cool J,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.