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 Malaysia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jeff Mills to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
Hasil Adkins,
Sex Pistols,
Sällskapet,
Thompson Twins,
The Fugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Crash Course in Science,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Godley & Creme,
Oneida,
Wally Richardson,
Grey Daturas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doors,
Smog,
The Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Remains,
Kerrie Biddell,
Albert Ayler,
Moebius,
Warsaw,
Model 500,
The Tremeloes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pere Ubu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Wells,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
EPMD,
Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Starr,
Saccharine Trust,
The Kinks,
The Beau Brummels,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mr. Review,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
PIL,
Spoonie Gee,
Rekid,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Junior Murvin,
Tubeway Army,
Pantytec,
Tres Demented,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.