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 Malta and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ 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 Tomorrow to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Mad Mike,
Ultra Naté,
Television Personalities,
Black Bananas,
Magazine,
Avey Tare,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fuzztones,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Names,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Parrish,
Gong,
Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris Corsano,
Gabor Szabo,
Cymande,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Wally Richardson,
The Blackbyrds,
Section 25,
Radio Birdman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swans,
Kas Product,
Ronan,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warsaw,
Ituana,
The Five Americans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harmonia,
The Moleskins,
Marine Girls,
The Happenings,
The Count Five,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Barracudas,
Joe Finger,
New Order,
Junior Murvin,
Alton Ellis,
the Germs,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Desert Stars,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.