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 Cambodia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Trumans Water to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bob Dylan,
T. Rex,
The Searchers,
Tears for Fears,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zapp,
Von Mondo,
B.T. Express,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Wells,
Stiv Bators,
Joensuu 1685,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Whodini,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Accadde A,
Lightning Bolt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Cluster,
The Last Poets,
Camberwell Now,
Nils Olav,
Wally Richardson,
The Durutti Column,
The Martian,
the Association,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pylon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang of Four,
K-Klass,
Delon & Dalcan,
June Days,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Seeds,
Niagra,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Near,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Misunderstood,
Bang On A Can,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerri Chandler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gong,
Organ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Motions,
Eli Mardock,
Yaz,
Index,
Jacques Brel,
The Gap Band,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.