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 Sweden and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Connie Case to the rap 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arab on Radar,
Heaven 17,
Desert Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick May,
The Tremeloes,
The Fire Engines,
Sight & Sound,
Interpol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sixth Finger,
Mantronix,
Technova,
Prince Buster,
The Techniques,
Masters at Work,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-Ray Spex,
Camberwell Now,
EPMD,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Divine Comedy,
Ossler,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Flag,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABBA,
Simply Red,
The Misunderstood,
Hashim,
Goldenarms,
Can,
Suicide,
Wire,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bad Manners,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Fraelich,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Byrd,
the Human League,
Kas Product,
The Birthday Party,
The Modern Lovers,
Junior Murvin,
Deepchord,
Sarah Menescal,
Marmalade,
Fear,
Fela Kuti,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.