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 Mali and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soul Sonic Force to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Talk Talk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Outsiders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
Gang Green,
The Doobie Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dawn Penn,
Clear Light,
Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Mo-Dettes,
Trumans Water,
The Alarm Clocks,
Young Marble Giants,
X-102,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Michelle Simonal,
The Standells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Victims,
Marmalade,
The Grass Roots,
Delta 5,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Terry,
Main Source,
Hasil Adkins,
Charles Mingus,
Moby Grape,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Guru Guru,
Magazine,
Iggy Pop,
The Leaves,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flash Fearless,
Lindisfarne,
Lalann,
kango's stein massive,
The Vogues,
Excepter,
Swans,
The Slackers,
Agent Orange,
cv313,
Babytalk,
Funky Four + One,
June Days,
Circle Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Halsall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Laurel Aitken,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Desert Stars,
The Five Americans,
Jerry's Kids,
CMW,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.