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 Thailand and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hot Snakes to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young,
The Litter,
R.M.O.,
Flash Fearless,
Metal Thangz,
Gabor Szabo,
Swell Maps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Outsiders,
Skriet,
Lalann,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James White and The Blacks,
Aswad,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soulsonic Force,
Easy Going,
Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Skarface,
The Mighty Diamonds,
CMW,
Angry Samoans,
Adolescents,
Aaron Thompson,
The Stooges,
Babytalk,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marmalade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick Morgan,
The Durutti Column,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronan,
The Smiths,
The Tremeloes,
Flipper,
The Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
U.S. Maple,
Kerri Chandler,
Smog,
Toni Rubio,
H. Thieme,
Zapp,
Accadde A,
Agitation Free,
The Pretty Things,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.