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 Paraguay and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Archie Shepp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The Birthday Party,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barry Ungar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eddi Front,
Brick,
cv313,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Ituana,
FM Einheit,
The Skatalites,
Vladislav Delay,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Kinks,
Bang On A Can,
Al Stewart,
David Bowie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jawbox,
Jandek,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Starr,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hardrive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Royal Trux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Average White Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rekid,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Half Japanese,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers,
Stetsasonic,
Thee Headcoats,
Bush Tetras,
Warsaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Prince Buster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ohio Players,
The Index,
This Heat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Residents,
Boredoms,
The Names,
Grauzone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.