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 Pakistan and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare 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 The Golliwogs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Patti Smith,
Animal Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Brick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Popol Vuh,
Bush Tetras,
The Fortunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cluster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shoche,
X-101,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cameo,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Black Dice,
Sight & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donny Hathaway,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Barracudas,
Television,
Ronan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slackers,
Donald Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Newcleus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter and Kerry,
Circle Jerks,
Television Personalities,
B.T. Express,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Grass Roots,
Youth Brigade,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
KRS-One,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Busters,
Oblivians,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Das Ding,
Roxette,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.