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 Austria and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Tom Boy to the electroclash 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Kinks,
Thee Headcoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fuzztones,
Tomorrow,
Technova,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Bananas,
Fatback Band,
Robert Hood,
Ralphi Rosario,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Starr,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Enemy,
The Barracudas,
Grauzone,
Siglo XX,
The Index,
U.S. Maple,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Count Five,
The Standells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mr. Review,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Das Ding,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantytec,
The Toasters,
MDC,
Q and Not U,
Josef K,
Q65,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Buckinghams,
Pierre Henry,
Kurtis Blow,
New Order,
Black Flag,
The Associates,
Cheater Slicks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Invisible,
The Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kas Product,
Nils Olav,
The Raincoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.