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 Algeria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the dance 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Gories,
Bootsy Collins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nico,
La Düsseldorf,
Stereo Dub,
Guru Guru,
Japan,
Goldenarms,
Eddi Front,
Q and Not U,
Jerry's Kids,
Scion,
The Pop Group,
Khruangbin,
Junior Murvin,
Bang On A Can,
Arcadia,
The Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
Sarah Menescal,
Deepchord,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Womack,
Lungfish,
Shoche,
The Techniques,
Andrew Hill,
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
Jacob Miller,
Severed Heads,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Average White Band,
Darondo,
Jeff Mills,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gregory Isaacs,
D'Angelo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Gang of Four,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacques Brel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Christie,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.