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 Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 The Residents to the jazz 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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?
Todd Terry,
Pulsallama,
the Slits,
Interpol,
The Neon Judgement,
Suburban Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Beau Brummels,
the Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Colin Newman,
Prince Buster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pussy Galore,
Slave,
Groovy Waters,
Camouflage,
Siglo XX,
The Names,
Brand Nubian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bronski Beat,
Mark Hollis,
Deadbeat,
Tom Boy,
Cecil Taylor,
Stereo Dub,
Zero Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun City Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Görl,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Litter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yazoo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris Corsano,
The Detroit Cobras,
Connie Case,
Deakin,
Scan 7,
Wolf Eyes,
Au Pairs,
Warren Ellis,
Second Layer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ludus,
R.M.O.,
Black Moon,
FM Einheit,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.