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 Djibouti and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Bang On A Can to the grime 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Cramps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
The J.B.'s,
Danielle Patucci,
John Foxx,
Fear,
Sam Rivers,
DNA,
Roxette,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gap Band,
The Dead C,
Black Pus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marmalade,
Lungfish,
the Germs,
The Invisible,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dual Sessions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Livin' Joy,
Arcadia,
Nick Fraelich,
48th St. Collective,
Ossler,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Associates,
Bush Tetras,
Ultra Naté,
The Detroit Cobras,
Guru Guru,
The Count Five,
Carl Craig,
The Doors,
Franke,
Andrew Hill,
Procol Harum,
In Retrospect,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Grass Roots,
Unrelated Segments,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris & Cosey,
Niagra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Durutti Column,
Icehouse,
Excepter,
Duran Duran,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Cale,
The Stooges,
DJ Style,
Dorothy Ashby,
B.T. Express,
The Mummies,
Radio Birdman,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.