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 Israel and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Mummies to the jazz 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minutemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nik Kershaw,
Lungfish,
Sixth Finger,
Funkadelic,
Lebanon Hanover,
This Heat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Country Teasers,
Nirvana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angry Samoans,
Bang On A Can,
David Bowie,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Selecter,
The Fall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerri Chandler,
Graham Central Station,
Alphaville,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scientists,
H. Thieme,
Alton Ellis,
Lower 48,
The Human League,
Zapp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Easy Going,
Babytalk,
The Buckinghams,
Outsiders,
Tears for Fears,
Funky Four + One,
MDC,
June of 44,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reuben Wilson,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Wings,
Albert Ayler,
D'Angelo,
Crooked Eye,
One Last Wish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Inner City,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.