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 Georgia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Unrelated Segments to the jazz 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Crooked Eye,
OOIOO,
The Five Americans,
Archie Shepp,
D'Angelo,
The Count Five,
Bush Tetras,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Basic Channel,
Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Busters,
Roxette,
Reuben Wilson,
Scan 7,
Wally Richardson,
Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yazoo,
Boz Scaggs,
John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marmalade,
Franke,
Whodini,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sparks,
Faraquet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
kango's stein massive,
Y Pants,
Shoche,
Joy Division,
Negative Approach,
Technova,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Funkadelic,
Radio Birdman,
Pole,
Johnny Clarke,
Ohio Players,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Residents,
Severed Heads,
Fat Boys,
Television Personalities,
Popol Vuh,
Panda Bear,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.