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 East Timor and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Fugs,
Cameo,
Sex Pistols,
the Soft Cell,
The Names,
X-102,
Robert Hood,
Wasted Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pretty Things,
Agent Orange,
Sight & Sound,
Rod Modell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Guru Guru,
The Dead C,
Masters at Work,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tomorrow,
Television,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Angels of Light,
Aswad,
Nirvana,
Al Stewart,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magazine,
Vainqueur,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young,
Michelle Simonal,
Inner City,
Traffic Nightmare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kurtis Blow,
Das Ding,
Maurizio,
Mission of Burma,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kas Product,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moody Blues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Wyatt,
Anthony Braxton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Hoover,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.