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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skarface to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The American Breed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Leaves,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Yaz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wire,
Schoolly D,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker,
Oneida,
Depeche Mode,
Ornette Coleman,
The Music Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Görl,
Altered Images,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Bar-Kays,
Archie Shepp,
The Angels of Light,
Panda Bear,
Cecil Taylor,
Camouflage,
Black Sheep,
Urselle,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glenn Branca,
The Zeros,
Charles Mingus,
The Associates,
Los Fastidios,
Wolf Eyes,
Easy Going,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Anakelly,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris Corsano,
Bang On A Can,
Faraquet,
Zapp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxy Music,
Magma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rekid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Average White Band,
Main Source,
Piero Umiliani,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.