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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Cecil Taylor to the grime 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dave Gahan,
Black Moon,
Judy Mowatt,
Fad Gadget,
The Smiths,
Jacques Brel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nik Kershaw,
H. Thieme,
The Offenders,
Donald Byrd,
Fluxion,
Idris Muhammad,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sound,
Sun Ra,
Todd Rundgren,
John Holt,
Audionom,
The Fuzztones,
Flipper,
Arcadia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roger Hodgson,
Tubeway Army,
Q and Not U,
DJ Sneak,
KRS-One,
The Invisible,
Metal Thangz,
Stetsasonic,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Trumans Water,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Terry,
Rapeman,
The Barracudas,
The Gladiators,
Outsiders,
Panda Bear,
Intrusion,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Enemy,
Sam Rivers,
Television Personalities,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mad Mike,
Boz Scaggs,
Rotary Connection,
The Gun Club,
The Searchers,
The Count Five,
Junior Murvin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.