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 Fiji and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grauzone to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
David Bowie,
Arcadia,
The Cowsills,
Ponytail,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Teasers,
Cheater Slicks,
Nico,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Angels of Light,
Colin Newman,
Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
The Walker Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter & Gordon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quando Quango,
Fela Kuti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lower 48,
Ice-T,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James White and The Blacks,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alison Limerick,
Alphaville,
The Zeros,
Black Sheep,
The Count Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
Shuggie Otis,
The Star Department,
Shoche,
KRS-One,
Liliput,
Nirvana,
Aloha Tigers,
OOIOO,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Darondo,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Green,
Blake Baxter,
La Düsseldorf,
Can,
Roxy Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
Gang Starr,
Crooked Eye,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.