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 Belgium and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The Skatalites,
Fad Gadget,
Altered Images,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Hood,
One Last Wish,
The Smiths,
Scrapy,
Byron Stingily,
Carl Craig,
Royal Trux,
Soft Cell,
PIL,
Gang Green,
Barbara Tucker,
Sandy B,
Rekid,
Judy Mowatt,
Wire,
Supertramp,
Bobby Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
the Germs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Slave,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Charles Mingus,
Von Mondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yellowson,
Das Ding,
Arab on Radar,
Jandek,
Trumans Water,
The Toasters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Normal,
cv313,
Franke,
Eddi Front,
The Knickerbockers,
Rapeman,
Moss Icon,
Skaos,
Guru Guru,
Joy Division,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alphaville,
JFA,
Nils Olav,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Görl,
Half Japanese,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cowsills,
Schoolly D,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.