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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ronnie Foster to the grunge 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
David McCallum,
Bobby Sherman,
New Order,
Dark Day,
Mars,
Qualms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Green,
The Wake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fortunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crooked Eye,
The Velvet Underground,
PIL,
Minor Threat,
Judy Mowatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arab on Radar,
Youth Brigade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Little Man,
Kas Product,
T. Rex,
OOIOO,
The Real Kids,
CMW,
Buzzcocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Infiniti,
Jandek,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
World's Most,
KRS-One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Fatback Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Von Mondo,
L. Decosne,
H. Thieme,
John Lydon,
China Crisis,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pop Group,
The Count Five,
The Fuzztones,
The Happenings,
Agitation Free,
Zapp,
Scan 7,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.