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 Cuba and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Wire to the techno 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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Easy Going,
Radio Birdman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gong,
The New Christs,
Aural Exciters,
Byron Stingily,
Cheater Slicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Star Department,
Whodini,
Moebius,
Mars,
The Martian,
The Move,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crash Course in Science,
Lower 48,
Chris Corsano,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pole,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kayak,
Zapp,
Lou Christie,
Malaria!,
Livin' Joy,
Idris Muhammad,
Pulsallama,
Shuggie Otis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Angels of Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Guru Guru,
Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suicide,
Pharoah Sanders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Silicon Teens,
The Litter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxy Music,
Icehouse,
The Moleskins,
Royal Trux,
Massinfluence,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Essential Logic,
The Motions,
Monolake,
Leonard Cohen,
Vainqueur,
Public Enemy,
kango's stein massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.