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 Australia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Fuzztones to the funk 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Juan Atkins,
Tres Demented,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Near,
Echospace,
Whodini,
The Saints,
Arthur Verocai,
Skriet,
The Cramps,
Nik Kershaw,
In Retrospect,
The Move,
Rapeman,
Moss Icon,
Marc Almond,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ken Boothe,
Scientists,
Altered Images,
The Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joensuu 1685,
Isaac Hayes,
Visage,
Au Pairs,
Gang of Four,
Lou Christie,
Quadrant,
Glenn Branca,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Supertramp,
Kerri Chandler,
Heaven 17,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lucky Dragons,
KRS-One,
Derrick May,
Guru Guru,
Charles Mingus,
The Monks,
Don Cherry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
The Gun Club,
Moby Grape,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oblivians,
The Motions,
Cameo,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.