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 Cambodia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eden Ahbez to the techno 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Pop Group,
Lakeside,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Swans,
The Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
The Busters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Morten Harket,
Ice-T,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eddi Front,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mars,
Donald Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moebius,
Terry Callier,
X-102,
Junior Murvin,
June of 44,
Animal Collective,
The Motions,
David McCallum,
The Vogues,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Womack,
L. Decosne,
Accadde A,
Bobby Byrd,
John Holt,
Absolute Body Control,
B.T. Express,
The Fall,
U.S. Maple,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mantronix,
The Remains,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sarah Menescal,
kango's stein massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Erykah Badu,
The Residents,
The Moody Blues,
John Foxx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Invisible,
Mo-Dettes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Stiv Bators,
New Order,
The Moleskins,
Panda Bear,
Severed Heads,
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.