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 Grenada and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Joe Finger to the crunk 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 808 and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
T.S.O.L.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shoche,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moleskins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Make Up,
Aaron Thompson,
Bad Manners,
FM Einheit,
JFA,
Prince Buster,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doors,
Boredoms,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
The Monks,
The Leaves,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oneida,
Banda Bassotti,
Marvin Gaye,
Cybotron,
Wasted Youth,
The Fall,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echospace,
Darondo,
Michelle Simonal,
The Happenings,
Pylon,
The Kinks,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suburban Knight,
The Barracudas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sam Rivers,
Eve St. Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sandy B,
Warren Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young,
Motorama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cluster,
Deadbeat,
Dennis Brown,
David McCallum,
Sister Nancy,
Half Japanese,
Niagra,
Desert Stars,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.