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 Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Andrew Hill to the dance 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Flash Fearless,
Groovy Waters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Buzzcocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Scion,
DNA,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Style,
Amazonics,
Dark Day,
Desert Stars,
Morten Harket,
Cheater Slicks,
Harmonia,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sonics,
D'Angelo,
Ossler,
Vladislav Delay,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funky Four + One,
Con Funk Shun,
Procol Harum,
New Age Steppers,
Television Personalities,
Quando Quango,
The Misunderstood,
the Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minor Threat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Mills,
Black Sheep,
Kevin Saunderson,
MC5,
In Retrospect,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jawbox,
Rakim,
Magma,
Eurythmics,
Robert Görl,
Severed Heads,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.