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 Antigua and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Frankie Knuckles,
China Crisis,
Anakelly,
Mandrill,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
U.S. Maple,
The Trojans,
Donny Hathaway,
UT,
Dark Day,
Brick,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül II,
Pantytec,
Los Fastidios,
The Residents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fatback Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Camouflage,
Flash Fearless,
Harry Pussy,
Severed Heads,
Organ,
Alphaville,
The Raincoats,
The J.B.'s,
Pantaleimon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
the Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Newcleus,
Arthur Verocai,
Fluxion,
Desert Stars,
Ronan,
Marc Almond,
Qualms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Yaz,
Bauhaus,
Royal Trux,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed,
James White and The Blacks,
Tom Boy,
Laurel Aitken,
Bob Dylan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sound Behaviour,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerri Chandler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.