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 Costa Rica and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minny Pops to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fall,
David Bowie,
Mo-Dettes,
The Toasters,
Ultravox,
The Happenings,
Sister Nancy,
Donald Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Stiv Bators,
The Neon Judgement,
Ponytail,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Velvet Underground,
Schoolly D,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Bourne,
Juan Atkins,
Icehouse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ossler,
Accadde A,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lungfish,
Brothers Johnson,
Amazonics,
Spandau Ballet,
U.S. Maple,
Sonic Youth,
PIL,
Sugar Minott,
The Litter,
Barry Ungar,
Cluster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doors,
Swell Maps,
Gang Starr,
Eddi Front,
Bush Tetras,
Althea and Donna,
Metal Thangz,
Dennis Brown,
The Associates,
Erykah Badu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Con Funk Shun,
Henry Cow,
The Raincoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.