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 Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bootsy Collins to the dance 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monks,
David McCallum,
Negative Approach,
Thee Headcoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Remains,
The Move,
Section 25,
The Offenders,
Lyres,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barrington Levy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Associates,
Jerry's Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Audionom,
F. McDonald,
The Five Americans,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brass Construction,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang On A Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bob Dylan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Saccharine Trust,
Q and Not U,
K-Klass,
MDC,
Tim Buckley,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Womack,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hoover,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warsaw,
The Sonics,
The Vogues,
The Music Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cymande,
The Index,
Ronnie Foster,
MC5,
Anthony Braxton,
The Victims,
Lalann,
DNA,
cv313,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Toasters,
T. Rex,
The Residents,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.