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 Korea South and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Young Rascals to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ice-T,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra,
Niagra,
Lucky Dragons,
The Saints,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang of Four,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maleditus Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joey Negro,
The Flesh Eaters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Association,
Lungfish,
Howard Jones,
The Associates,
Make Up,
the Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronan,
Sound Behaviour,
Anthony Braxton,
Swell Maps,
Livin' Joy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Colin Newman,
The Red Krayola,
These Immortal Souls,
Glenn Branca,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reagan Youth,
The Grass Roots,
The Selecter,
L. Decosne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brothers Johnson,
Alphaville,
Masters at Work,
F. McDonald,
Barrington Levy,
Moebius,
Todd Terry,
John Cale,
Scott Walker,
MC5,
The Martian,
Rotary Connection,
Arthur Verocai,
This Heat,
The Monochrome Set,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dead Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Ohio Players,
Eric Copeland,
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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.