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 Bolivia and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moss Icon to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Popol Vuh,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Mills,
CMW,
Eli Mardock,
Metal Thangz,
World's Most,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Y Pants,
Model 500,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kenny Larkin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cure,
Bluetip,
T. Rex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Rundgren,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
ABC,
Isaac Hayes,
Funkadelic,
Althea and Donna,
The Sound,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Kinks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q65,
Bauhaus,
David McCallum,
The Happenings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Al Stewart,
H. Thieme,
New Age Steppers,
New Order,
The Grass Roots,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dark Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eve St. Jones,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxette,
The Star Department,
Pierre Henry,
Jimmy McGriff,
D'Angelo,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.