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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Reagan Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Parry Music,
Model 500,
Sällskapet,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
Basic Channel,
Rites of Spring,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Bourne,
Hashim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tommy Roe,
Rosa Yemen,
Schoolly D,
Susan Cadogan,
Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alison Limerick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Average White Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Last Poets,
Todd Terry,
the Germs,
Funky Four + One,
James White and The Blacks,
Deadbeat,
The Dirtbombs,
Skaos,
a-ha,
Jeff Lynne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Malaria!,
Adolescents,
Circle Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Arthur Verocai,
Make Up,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fela Kuti,
Joyce Sims,
Alton Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Anthony Braxton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra,
Bush Tetras,
Unwound,
Tres Demented,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scientists,
K-Klass,
Marine Girls,
Khruangbin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.