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 Chad and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joyce Sims,
Con Funk Shun,
Susan Cadogan,
Minnie Riperton,
Minny Pops,
Eli Mardock,
the Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Victims,
MC5,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fall,
Anakelly,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Copeland,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grey Daturas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Malaria!,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Dolphy,
Symarip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gap Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monochrome Set,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Banda Bassotti,
Index,
Michelle Simonal,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cowsills,
Clear Light,
Lindisfarne,
Pere Ubu,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker,
Mars,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kenny Larkin,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pop Group,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alphaville,
Bad Manners,
The Remains,
Cheater Slicks,
Tommy Roe,
Yellowson,
Black Moon,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.