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 Bahamas and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Mills,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Erykah Badu,
John Cale,
The Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultravox,
R.M.O.,
Unrelated Segments,
Aloha Tigers,
The Walker Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Copeland,
Slave,
10cc,
Mission of Burma,
Public Enemy,
Spoonie Gee,
Rufus Thomas,
Lindisfarne,
The Red Krayola,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angry Samoans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Hood,
Fat Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kas Product,
Audionom,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxette,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Bananas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glenn Branca,
The Fall,
New Order,
The Golliwogs,
John Lydon,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter and Kerry,
Livin' Joy,
Smog,
Tres Demented,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.