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 Mexico and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Kerri Chandler to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Kinks,
New Age Steppers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-101,
Vladislav Delay,
Slick Rick,
Grey Daturas,
Marine Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker,
Pagans,
The Angels of Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ossler,
Agitation Free,
Barry Ungar,
Al Stewart,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tres Demented,
Excepter,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doors,
K-Klass,
Moss Icon,
Surgeon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minor Threat,
Barrington Levy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter and Kerry,
Joey Negro,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mr. Review,
Easy Going,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
AZ,
KRS-One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oblivians,
Mandrill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sight & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Fraelich,
the Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pet Shop Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Morten Harket,
JFA,
Charles Mingus,
Spoonie Gee,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.