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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Nick Fraelich to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Residents,
The Dead C,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Intrusion,
Pole,
Fat Boys,
The Cramps,
Ultravox,
LL Cool J,
DJ Sneak,
Quantec,
DNA,
Tropical Tobacco,
MC5,
B.T. Express,
The Vogues,
Anthony Braxton,
Terry Callier,
Connie Case,
Sällskapet,
Graham Central Station,
The Cowsills,
Mission of Burma,
Thee Headcoats,
Masters at Work,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mars,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Aural Exciters,
the Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
Lightning Bolt,
Newcleus,
Darondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doors,
Wings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quadrant,
Cluster,
The Selecter,
Nils Olav,
Kurtis Blow,
Spoonie Gee,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Sherman,
Severed Heads,
The Walker Brothers,
The Star Department,
Public Enemy,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.