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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Joey Negro to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Slave,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Leaves,
Terry Callier,
The Birthday Party,
Funkadelic,
Swell Maps,
La Düsseldorf,
Michelle Simonal,
Ornette Coleman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hasil Adkins,
Camberwell Now,
David Axelrod,
Ultravox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sarah Menescal,
Fela Kuti,
Pulsallama,
Wasted Youth,
Average White Band,
The Golliwogs,
Toni Rubio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vainqueur,
Sam Rivers,
D'Angelo,
New York Dolls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Minnie Riperton,
Organ,
Television,
10cc,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sound,
Connie Case,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Normal,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronnie Foster,
Subhumans,
Gang Starr,
Alice Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
Man Parrish,
ABC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joy Division,
Depeche Mode,
Pussy Galore,
Roxy Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Terry,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.