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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare 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 DJ Sneak to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Flag,
Mad Mike,
Skaos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pop Group,
Thee Headcoats,
Camberwell Now,
Iggy Pop,
T. Rex,
The Gap Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Maleditus Sound,
Ossler,
X-102,
Cal Tjader,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Young Rascals,
Donny Hathaway,
Animal Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fatback Band,
Urselle,
Pierre Henry,
Silicon Teens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ten City,
Sun City Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Eden Ahbez,
Colin Newman,
Y Pants,
This Heat,
H. Thieme,
Groovy Waters,
Bang On A Can,
Scientists,
The Invisible,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jandek,
Organ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aswad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MDC,
Masters at Work,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronan,
Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.