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 Micronesia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dennis Brown to the grunge 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Magazine,
Model 500,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Letta Mbulu,
New Order,
Joey Negro,
Idris Muhammad,
Pylon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stiv Bators,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra,
Babytalk,
Cecil Taylor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Graham Central Station,
Scan 7,
Qualms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Albert Ayler,
JFA,
Aswad,
Yaz,
Donald Byrd,
Dead Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Misunderstood,
Interpol,
Bill Wells,
Pagans,
Bobby Womack,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mummies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Colin Newman,
The Knickerbockers,
Y Pants,
PIL,
Wings,
Duran Duran,
Carl Craig,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Rundgren,
Prince Buster,
Mantronix,
Archie Shepp,
Kayak,
Au Pairs,
The Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Tres Demented,
John Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sarah Menescal,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fela Kuti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.