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 Venezuela and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grunge 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Brass Construction,
The Fugs,
John Foxx,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Hood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Symarip,
Minutemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Altered Images,
Juan Atkins,
The Standells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liliput,
Black Moon,
Panda Bear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Talk Talk,
Funky Four + One,
Roxy Music,
ABBA,
The Young Rascals,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Sherman,
Animal Collective,
the Swans,
Hot Snakes,
The Neon Judgement,
Charles Mingus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Bowie,
John Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gories,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Pus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Germs,
Danielle Patucci,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Halsall,
The American Breed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bob Dylan,
The Zeros,
Khruangbin,
Letta Mbulu,
Second Layer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantaleimon,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.