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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Theoretical Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Audionom,
Scrapy,
Faust,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lightning Bolt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David McCallum,
Anthony Braxton,
Blake Baxter,
R.M.O.,
Ornette Coleman,
Zapp,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Terry,
The Raincoats,
LL Cool J,
Pulsallama,
Pierre Henry,
Pylon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Bauhaus,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Görl,
Arthur Verocai,
Q and Not U,
Cheater Slicks,
Los Fastidios,
The Selecter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Model 500,
Pussy Galore,
The Martian,
Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Urselle,
D'Angelo,
Q65,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minnie Riperton,
Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Severed Heads,
The Blues Magoos,
Glenn Branca,
Yaz,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Wyatt,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cowsills,
June Days,
The Fall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.