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 Albania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 The Evens to the grime 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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Duran Duran,
Vainqueur,
Oblivians,
Minor Threat,
Young Marble Giants,
Masters at Work,
Rotary Connection,
Altered Images,
Slick Rick,
Camberwell Now,
Maleditus Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
D'Angelo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ornette Coleman,
Cymande,
The Dead C,
Television Personalities,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Moon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joensuu 1685,
the Slits,
Derrick May,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skarface,
Blake Baxter,
Fluxion,
Godley & Creme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Near,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker,
Tommy Roe,
Maurizio,
June Days,
Second Layer,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers,
Alphaville,
The Golliwogs,
Bronski Beat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
U.S. Maple,
Cal Tjader,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brass Construction,
New Age Steppers,
Outsiders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Searchers,
Dual Sessions,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.