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 Cuba and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the punk 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Hoover,
Television,
Pantaleimon,
Flipper,
Rekid,
EPMD,
The Modern Lovers,
Youth Brigade,
The Martian,
The Offenders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faraquet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Teasers,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bad Manners,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quantec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
The Wake,
Qualms,
Pagans,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Sonics,
Moby Grape,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Silicon Teens,
H. Thieme,
Darondo,
Interpol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Half Japanese,
Cybotron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Khruangbin,
10cc,
E-Dancer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camberwell Now,
Man Parrish,
Model 500,
Siglo XX,
The Saints,
Arthur Verocai,
Rotary Connection,
The Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
The Last Poets,
Brick,
MDC,
Porter Ricks,
T. Rex,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.