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 Gabon and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Darondo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Metal Thangz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Can,
Scion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stiv Bators,
Skaos,
Severed Heads,
Marc Almond,
Wolf Eyes,
EPMD,
MC5,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
The Real Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
Barrington Levy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sugar Minott,
Agent Orange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Young Marble Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
The Velvet Underground,
The Human League,
Suburban Knight,
Ultravox,
David Axelrod,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang On A Can,
Funky Four + One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Japan,
Pantytec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fortunes,
Joyce Sims,
Subhumans,
Smog,
Loose Ends,
D'Angelo,
The Residents,
Derrick May,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gun Club,
The Misunderstood,
Judy Mowatt,
Carl Craig,
Neu!,
The Buckinghams,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.