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 Japan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Schoolly D to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Symarip,
Shuggie Otis,
Maurizio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erykah Badu,
The Cowsills,
The Neon Judgement,
The Invisible,
Moebius,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gladiators,
The Associates,
The Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donald Byrd,
Parry Music,
Kayak,
Patti Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Thompson Twins,
The Five Americans,
Ohio Players,
Marc Almond,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Wake,
Robert Wyatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swell Maps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hashim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantytec,
Organ,
Eli Mardock,
Lightning Bolt,
One Last Wish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Lydon,
The Mojo Men,
Bob Dylan,
Brass Construction,
Sun City Girls,
Silicon Teens,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Green,
Public Enemy,
KRS-One,
The Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gap Band,
Ponytail,
Crooked Eye,
Rufus Thomas,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Hill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.