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 Tajikistan and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bang On A Can to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mr. Review,
Vainqueur,
Japan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rekid,
Fela Kuti,
Pantytec,
Wings,
The Techniques,
Funkadelic,
Grauzone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Whodini,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Bananas,
Gang Green,
Tubeway Army,
The Pretty Things,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Selecter,
Mad Mike,
Accadde A,
Flipper,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wally Richardson,
The Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
K-Klass,
Nirvana,
Parry Music,
Average White Band,
The Cure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pierre Henry,
Severed Heads,
The Neon Judgement,
AZ,
Chris Corsano,
Dave Gahan,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Easy Going,
Masters at Work,
Loose Ends,
Circle Jerks,
Fluxion,
The Associates,
Tres Demented,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Y Pants,
Crime,
Lou Reed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ornette Coleman,
Gabor Szabo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.