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 Uruguay and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lakeside to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Todd Terry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dark Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rosa Yemen,
Negative Approach,
Jacob Miller,
Sarah Menescal,
Minny Pops,
Deakin,
Black Sheep,
Tres Demented,
Camberwell Now,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiohead,
Sun City Girls,
the Normal,
China Crisis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Crooked Eye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Lynne,
Panda Bear,
Gang Starr,
the Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
The American Breed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Parrish,
Delta 5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantaleimon,
Freddie Wadling,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
L. Decosne,
Organ,
Gong,
Yellowson,
Soul II Soul,
Ten City,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dawn Penn,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
The Last Poets,
Isaac Hayes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.