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 Saudi Arabia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Frankie Knuckles to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joyce Sims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Desert Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Bananas,
Newcleus,
Hardrive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Darondo,
Gang Green,
The Moody Blues,
Metal Thangz,
Scientists,
Mad Mike,
Dennis Brown,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wally Richardson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Associates,
John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Youth Brigade,
Donny Hathaway,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alison Limerick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dave Gahan,
Grauzone,
Quantec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lindisfarne,
John Holt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Enemy,
CMW,
The Cowsills,
Blancmange,
Chris Corsano,
Nas,
Dawn Penn,
June of 44,
Moby Grape,
Joey Negro,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cure,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Five Americans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Popol Vuh,
The Flesh Eaters,
Charles Mingus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roger Hodgson,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.