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 Cambodia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Jesper Dahlback to the crunk 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Supertramp,
Funky Four + One,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Flipper,
D'Angelo,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Hill,
Marmalade,
June of 44,
Con Funk Shun,
Skriet,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Litter,
Gang Starr,
Lee Hazlewood,
Can,
Skarface,
Soul II Soul,
Don Cherry,
The Trojans,
Josef K,
Surgeon,
Slick Rick,
The Red Krayola,
In Retrospect,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Golliwogs,
Harmonia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Normal,
This Heat,
Aaron Thompson,
Wire,
Wings,
Warsaw,
the Swans,
Magazine,
Avey Tare,
Skaos,
Maurizio,
Schoolly D,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Real Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
X-Ray Spex,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Japan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick May,
Basic Channel,
Tubeway Army,
The American Breed,
Fat Boys,
KRS-One,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.