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 the UAE and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Stetsasonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rod Modell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Christie,
A Certain Ratio,
Donald Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kurtis Blow,
Altered Images,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ponytail,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Desert Stars,
cv313,
Los Fastidios,
Toni Rubio,
The New Christs,
10cc,
Thee Headcoats,
Faust,
John Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Pantaleimon,
Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
Excepter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vainqueur,
Negative Approach,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blues Magoos,
MDC,
Silicon Teens,
Das Ding,
Danielle Patucci,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Metal Thangz,
Icehouse,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantytec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang On A Can,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Osbourne,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.