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 Azerbaijan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jandek to the rock 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Malaria!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blake Baxter,
The Happenings,
These Immortal Souls,
James White and The Blacks,
Television Personalities,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suicide,
Deadbeat,
The Martian,
OOIOO,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harmonia,
The Move,
Popol Vuh,
Procol Harum,
Fela Kuti,
Harpers Bizarre,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The New Christs,
Black Moon,
Visage,
Shoche,
Suburban Knight,
Chris Corsano,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terry Callier,
Crooked Eye,
Oneida,
Camouflage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Simply Red,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kayak,
Eddi Front,
Chrome,
Sonic Youth,
Arcadia,
Alphaville,
Donald Byrd,
EPMD,
a-ha,
Urselle,
Young Marble Giants,
John Cale,
The Gap Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Charles Mingus,
the Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Darondo,
The Trojans,
Cameo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.