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 El Salvador and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rites of Spring to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Howard Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Germs,
A Certain Ratio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
Dawn Penn,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Christie,
Shoche,
Lalann,
The Moleskins,
Laurel Aitken,
Section 25,
The Litter,
Lakeside,
Fifty Foot Hose,
These Immortal Souls,
In Retrospect,
cv313,
Gang Gang Dance,
Godley & Creme,
Chris Corsano,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pagans,
Mantronix,
The Smoke,
Archie Shepp,
Byron Stingily,
Flash Fearless,
ABBA,
Niagra,
Slick Rick,
Blancmange,
KRS-One,
Kas Product,
Bush Tetras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lungfish,
Royal Trux,
X-Ray Spex,
The Grass Roots,
The United States of America,
48th St. Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crash Course in Science,
Sandy B,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Kinks,
Matthew Bourne,
10cc,
Erasure,
Sound Behaviour,
Deepchord,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.