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 Bolivia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Gladiators to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barbara Tucker,
Althea and Donna,
AZ,
Babytalk,
Accadde A,
Janne Schatter,
Agent Orange,
The Fall,
Freddie Wadling,
Ice-T,
Matthew Halsall,
T. Rex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Max Romeo,
Angry Samoans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispian St. Peters,
Carl Craig,
Jerry's Kids,
Brick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Durutti Column,
John Coltrane,
Magazine,
Minutemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Star Department,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June Days,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Order,
John Foxx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faraquet,
Dark Day,
The Move,
Drexciya,
Au Pairs,
The Standells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Outsiders,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shoche,
Ituana,
Roger Hodgson,
Tim Buckley,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra,
The Pop Group,
Fatback Band,
John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.