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 Peru and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 David Axelrod 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Birthday Party,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Lyres,
Pierre Henry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Davy DMX,
Minutemen,
Eric Dolphy,
Marmalade,
Todd Terry,
Sight & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
John Holt,
Simply Red,
Q65,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cowsills,
the Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Görl,
Flipper,
Al Stewart,
X-101,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maurizio,
Kaleidoscope,
Boredoms,
Goldenarms,
Newcleus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Japan,
Mark Hollis,
Public Enemy,
Section 25,
David Axelrod,
Quadrant,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gladiators,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Smog,
Gichy Dan,
Ponytail,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pylon,
Zapp,
Fela Kuti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boz Scaggs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Sheep,
Nik Kershaw,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.