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 Kazakhstan and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Cure to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Eric Dolphy,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris Corsano,
One Last Wish,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Searchers,
Quando Quango,
Morten Harket,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Hood,
Negative Approach,
Charles Mingus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unrelated Segments,
Soulsonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Technova,
Avey Tare,
Tom Boy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unwound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Holt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donald Byrd,
Von Mondo,
Godley & Creme,
Tommy Roe,
The Selecter,
DJ Style,
Neu!,
David Axelrod,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Near,
Mary Jane Girls,
Byron Stingily,
The Young Rascals,
Ten City,
Underground Resistance,
Soul II Soul,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stetsasonic,
Rufus Thomas,
R.M.O.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donny Hathaway,
Das Ding,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Grauzone,
Theoretical Girls,
John Cale,
Scott Walker,
Derrick Morgan,
Funky Four + One,
Khruangbin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.