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 Macedonia 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Scion to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a theremin 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glenn Branca,
The Music Machine,
The Residents,
June of 44,
Yazoo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Happenings,
Godley & Creme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roger Hodgson,
Ituana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Leaves,
Television,
Sun Ra,
Swell Maps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Wake,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Litter,
CMW,
the Normal,
Brand Nubian,
Rod Modell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sällskapet,
Gang Green,
Lyres,
Al Stewart,
Clear Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moss Icon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang of Four,
Deepchord,
Scrapy,
Leonard Cohen,
Throbbing Gristle,
MDC,
Radiohead,
Tears for Fears,
Zapp,
The Blackbyrds,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Near,
Eric Dolphy,
Cluster,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Certain Ratio,
Fatback Band,
The Birthday Party,
Thompson Twins,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.