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 Turkmenistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 James White and The Blacks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tears for Fears,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cowsills,
John Holt,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
La Düsseldorf,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang On A Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Procol Harum,
Monolake,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
D'Angelo,
Talk Talk,
Pere Ubu,
Ultra Naté,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jandek,
Wings,
Tommy Roe,
Aaron Thompson,
Icehouse,
The Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Rundgren,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mad Mike,
Q65,
The Young Rascals,
The Zeros,
Kenny Larkin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
EPMD,
Popol Vuh,
The Leaves,
Erykah Badu,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris Corsano,
Livin' Joy,
Anthony Braxton,
UT,
The Tremeloes,
Pylon,
Mantronix,
Pantytec,
Nas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drive Like Jehu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masters at Work,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young,
John Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.