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 Namibia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lalann to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Davy DMX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Count Five,
Jawbox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blancmange,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Guru Guru,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moleskins,
The Gories,
Andrew Hill,
In Retrospect,
Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-Ray Spex,
Marvin Gaye,
Connie Case,
Suicide,
Josef K,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantytec,
Siglo XX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sandy B,
The Blackbyrds,
Arcadia,
Sparks,
Mo-Dettes,
Cluster,
Bronski Beat,
Clear Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Mills,
Zapp,
Khruangbin,
Lakeside,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arab on Radar,
Charles Mingus,
Man Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Moebius,
Accadde A,
Theoretical Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yaz,
Kayak,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fat Boys,
Marc Almond,
Parry Music,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.