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 Suriname and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sugar Minott to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Josef K,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
One Last Wish,
Kenny Larkin,
Faust,
Ornette Coleman,
Newcleus,
Max Romeo,
Warsaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Near,
The Doors,
Scan 7,
Alison Limerick,
The Smoke,
Crime,
Gichy Dan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cramps,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Adolescents,
Matthew Bourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sister Nancy,
Nirvana,
Robert Görl,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun City Girls,
Qualms,
Von Mondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fugs,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash,
UT,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Loose Ends,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brothers Johnson,
Darondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blancmange,
CMW,
The Invisible,
Janne Schatter,
Motorama,
The Gladiators,
David McCallum,
Brass Construction,
The Smiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funky Four + One,
Barry Ungar,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.