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 Belgium and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Stiv Bators to the funk 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerri Chandler,
Joensuu 1685,
The Young Rascals,
Ituana,
Robert Hood,
The Red Krayola,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siglo XX,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Music Machine,
The United States of America,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Green,
New Age Steppers,
Yaz,
Talk Talk,
Harmonia,
Jerry's Kids,
Terry Callier,
Gabor Szabo,
Cluster,
Patti Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donny Hathaway,
Niagra,
The Smiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sarah Menescal,
F. McDonald,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Starr,
Cameo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Toasters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television Personalities,
Ludus,
Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Connie Case,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Sheep,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rekid,
Ice-T,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Move,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.