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 Belarus and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dave Clark Five to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
The Barracudas,
cv313,
Rhythm & Sound,
The United States of America,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zapp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fatback Band,
One Last Wish,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Patti Smith,
Morten Harket,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Womack,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angry Samoans,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Boz Scaggs,
Gong,
Skriet,
Surgeon,
Alison Limerick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Dual Sessions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis,
Stiv Bators,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Skatalites,
Radiohead,
Inner City,
Rod Modell,
Freddie Wadling,
Monolake,
The Tremeloes,
JFA,
Juan Atkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
a-ha,
Q65,
Andrew Hill,
Carl Craig,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Marine Girls,
The Moleskins,
U.S. Maple,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Qualms,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.