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 Mauritius and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Niagra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Wyatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fat Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Supertramp,
Massinfluence,
Kevin Saunderson,
Das Ding,
Swell Maps,
Connie Case,
Saccharine Trust,
Cecil Taylor,
Chrome,
Jeff Mills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blake Baxter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Main Source,
Alison Limerick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gun Club,
Mo-Dettes,
Harmonia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Style,
Zero Boys,
John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Flag,
JFA,
Bobby Sherman,
Graham Central Station,
Au Pairs,
Minutemen,
Metal Thangz,
Roger Hodgson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Human League,
Q65,
Mars,
Camberwell Now,
New York Dolls,
Mantronix,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Juan Atkins,
Rapeman,
Fear,
Young Marble Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monks,
Shoche,
Nico,
The United States of America,
Darondo,
The Star Department,
Franke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.