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 Luxembourg and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rock 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Essential Logic,
The Beau Brummels,
Rosa Yemen,
Eden Ahbez,
The American Breed,
Dennis Brown,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nils Olav,
Unrelated Segments,
Schoolly D,
Nico,
Sex Pistols,
Scratch Acid,
Underground Resistance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Japan,
Peter and Kerry,
The Black Dice,
Sister Nancy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cybotron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Niagra,
The Slits,
Average White Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young,
Erasure,
Ken Boothe,
Zapp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maurizio,
DJ Style,
Vladislav Delay,
Joy Division,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Sneak,
John Holt,
Soft Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythm & Sound,
Smog,
Judy Mowatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
The Barracudas,
The Trojans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter & Gordon,
Main Source,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
In Retrospect,
Warsaw,
Ronnie Foster,
The United States of America,
Model 500,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.