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 Germany and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the electroclash 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and an oboe 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Minnie Riperton,
The Detroit Cobras,
L. Decosne,
The Evens,
Nik Kershaw,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Starr,
Scientists,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spoonie Gee,
These Immortal Souls,
Half Japanese,
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
Mantronix,
Henry Cow,
DNA,
Amon Düül,
Mr. Review,
Newcleus,
Bobby Womack,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
kango's stein massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Scratch Acid,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Dead Boys,
Camouflage,
Reagan Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun City Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crime,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Black Dice,
Radio Birdman,
Connie Case,
FM Einheit,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moby Grape,
Eric Copeland,
Tres Demented,
Duran Duran,
Pantaleimon,
Los Fastidios,
cv313,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül II,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.