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 Monaco and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Davy DMX to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Suburban Knight,
Rod Modell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Halsall,
The Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
Scion,
James White and The Blacks,
The Litter,
Minor Threat,
Joy Division,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Second Layer,
the Swans,
Al Stewart,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
The Grass Roots,
E-Dancer,
Ituana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Audionom,
The Raincoats,
The Wake,
Smog,
Hoover,
Easy Going,
Tubeway Army,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Underground Resistance,
Black Bananas,
Zapp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hot Snakes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q and Not U,
X-101,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swell Maps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marvin Gaye,
The Saints,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Move,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scientists,
Roxy Music,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare,
Quadrant,
Anthony Braxton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boz Scaggs,
Negative Approach,
Pierre Henry,
Wire,
The J.B.'s,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.