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 Zimbabwe and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rock 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultravox,
Pulsallama,
The Walker Brothers,
Audionom,
Donald Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
The Vogues,
Crime,
Brothers Johnson,
Idris Muhammad,
The Happenings,
The Monochrome Set,
Motorama,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacques Brel,
The Busters,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick May,
Piero Umiliani,
Byron Stingily,
The Gap Band,
Scientists,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radio Birdman,
Simply Red,
The Angels of Light,
The Fugs,
The Gories,
Sound Behaviour,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slits,
Babytalk,
Wally Richardson,
Lungfish,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Darondo,
David Bowie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pussy Galore,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q65,
cv313,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
H. Thieme,
Joyce Sims,
Intrusion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fat Boys,
Anakelly,
Panda Bear,
Symarip,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.