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 Lebanon and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scratch Acid to the grime 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Howard Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joensuu 1685,
the Normal,
Easy Going,
Von Mondo,
Gang Green,
Bluetip,
Anakelly,
Thompson Twins,
Brothers Johnson,
Adolescents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Copeland,
Cymande,
Michelle Simonal,
Subhumans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chrome,
kango's stein massive,
Bush Tetras,
T. Rex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Techniques,
Toni Rubio,
Q and Not U,
Mo-Dettes,
The American Breed,
Chris Corsano,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skaos,
Crooked Eye,
Kenny Larkin,
Delta 5,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Khruangbin,
Prince Buster,
The New Christs,
Neu!,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pulsallama,
Unwound,
June Days,
Black Sheep,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Human League,
The Gladiators,
Infiniti,
KRS-One,
Oneida,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gap Band,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Style,
Drexciya,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.