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 Taiwan and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 the Normal to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Black Sheep,
Guru Guru,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fat Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television,
Camberwell Now,
Los Fastidios,
The Knickerbockers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gong,
LL Cool J,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Clarke,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxy Music,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moleskins,
Anthony Braxton,
Amazonics,
Radio Birdman,
X-102,
Barbara Tucker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delta 5,
Khruangbin,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tom Boy,
Sun City Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
One Last Wish,
Danielle Patucci,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Offenders,
DJ Sneak,
Blancmange,
Cameo,
The Stooges,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rapeman,
Spandau Ballet,
Severed Heads,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Moon,
Harmonia,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Prunes,
UT,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.