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 Palau and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Jeff Lynne to the rap 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Curtis Mayfield,
Nirvana,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Techniques,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Terry,
The Star Department,
The Buckinghams,
Arthur Verocai,
Unrelated Segments,
Nas,
Patti Smith,
Parry Music,
Fluxion,
Moby Grape,
KRS-One,
Gong,
PIL,
LL Cool J,
Gichy Dan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mummies,
Quadrant,
Bobby Womack,
Von Mondo,
The Divine Comedy,
Cluster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joy Division,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Wells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Das Ding,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxy Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick Morgan,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Fraelich,
The Motions,
Funky Four + One,
Pere Ubu,
The Smoke,
Eden Ahbez,
The Names,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scientists,
Metal Thangz,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Music Machine,
Scrapy,
Sparks,
Blossom Toes,
Porter Ricks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.