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 Mauritius and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pussy Galore to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Bob Dylan,
Ronan,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Trojans,
Ken Boothe,
Flash Fearless,
The Misunderstood,
Fluxion,
Altered Images,
Johnny Clarke,
Howard Jones,
Royal Trux,
Adolescents,
Drive Like Jehu,
Duran Duran,
Yaz,
Bush Tetras,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Mills,
The Red Krayola,
Desert Stars,
Derrick May,
Gichy Dan,
Bang On A Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Lydon,
Interpol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Albert Ayler,
The Gladiators,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Christie,
Accadde A,
Ultravox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Whodini,
Excepter,
The Smiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fuzztones,
R.M.O.,
The Angels of Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Joe Finger,
Don Cherry,
Wally Richardson,
Babytalk,
Metal Thangz,
Connie Case,
a-ha,
Letta Mbulu,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ten City,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.