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 Romania and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Negative Approach to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
The Raincoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Crash Course in Science,
The J.B.'s,
Ituana,
Gerry Rafferty,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ossler,
Cal Tjader,
Drexciya,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Simply Red,
Television,
John Lydon,
Sonic Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABC,
Interpol,
Nick Fraelich,
Bush Tetras,
Godley & Creme,
Blake Baxter,
Intrusion,
Byron Stingily,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Parrish,
The Barracudas,
June Days,
Malaria!,
The Fortunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Livin' Joy,
Peter & Gordon,
Alison Limerick,
Kas Product,
Josef K,
The Gun Club,
Desert Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Index,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Iggy Pop,
The Fire Engines,
World's Most,
The Angels of Light,
Sound Behaviour,
The Standells,
The Happenings,
Duran Duran,
Hardrive,
Tom Boy,
Swans,
Liliput,
Lou Reed,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.