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 Germany and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Soft Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Fraelich,
June Days,
Blake Baxter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Patti Smith,
Deadbeat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
These Immortal Souls,
The Associates,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reagan Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiohead,
Television,
the Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Excepter,
The Motions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Real Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shoche,
Moebius,
Andrew Hill,
The Invisible,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The American Breed,
Theoretical Girls,
The Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultra Naté,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Letta Mbulu,
Cluster,
Freddie Wadling,
The Red Krayola,
Bang On A Can,
Oblivians,
Man Parrish,
B.T. Express,
Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Josef K,
Negative Approach,
Junior Murvin,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dark Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-101,
cv313,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.