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 Turkey and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marine Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a marimba 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Brothers Johnson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boredoms,
Harry Pussy,
Suicide,
Negative Approach,
Masters at Work,
Bill Near,
Funkadelic,
Kayak,
The Residents,
Erykah Badu,
Moss Icon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dirtbombs,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Porter Ricks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter & Gordon,
Moebius,
U.S. Maple,
Roger Hodgson,
Sam Rivers,
FM Einheit,
Crime,
Ludus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slick Rick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Index,
Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lightning Bolt,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Lynne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Buzzcocks,
Minutemen,
Siglo XX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Make Up,
T. Rex,
Pantaleimon,
Blossom Toes,
Urselle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blake Baxter,
Depeche Mode,
The Remains,
Mantronix,
Piero Umiliani,
New Order,
Cameo,
Warsaw,
Erasure,
Colin Newman,
Rosa Yemen,
Henry Cow,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.