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 Gabon and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Techniques to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Cameo,
Sonic Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blancmange,
Bang On A Can,
Dave Gahan,
Boredoms,
Minor Threat,
The Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
The Birthday Party,
The Gap Band,
Minutemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Ice-T,
Boogie Down Productions,
cv313,
Eric Dolphy,
China Crisis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Christie,
The Mojo Men,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kenny Larkin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Count Five,
Quadrant,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Juan Atkins,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Starr,
FM Einheit,
Deakin,
The Smoke,
Das Ding,
Slick Rick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swans,
Lower 48,
The Stooges,
T. Rex,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swell Maps,
Nico,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minny Pops,
Skaos,
Au Pairs,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Barracudas,
Rapeman,
Pere Ubu,
KRS-One,
Oblivians,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.