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 Switzerland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 KRS-One to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 güiro and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
The Associates,
Danielle Patucci,
The Black Dice,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Velvet Underground,
Delta 5,
Surgeon,
Andrew Hill,
The Moody Blues,
Mad Mike,
The Durutti Column,
Silicon Teens,
The Victims,
Blake Baxter,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rapeman,
Ultravox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maurizio,
The Kinks,
David Axelrod,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funky Four + One,
In Retrospect,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
The Doors,
Robert Wyatt,
Cluster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brass Construction,
Fad Gadget,
June of 44,
Harmonia,
Sonic Youth,
Bauhaus,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Halsall,
Wolf Eyes,
Sister Nancy,
The Saints,
Jacques Brel,
Piero Umiliani,
New Age Steppers,
Sam Rivers,
The Tremeloes,
John Foxx,
Khruangbin,
La Düsseldorf,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Dolphy,
B.T. Express,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.