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 Singapore and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hoover,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nas,
The Trojans,
Hasil Adkins,
Tomorrow,
Mars,
The Music Machine,
Half Japanese,
MC5,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stetsasonic,
Pulsallama,
Chrome,
Throbbing Gristle,
These Immortal Souls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flipper,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deakin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sandy B,
The Birthday Party,
Ohio Players,
Jacques Brel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Trumans Water,
Kaleidoscope,
8 Eyed Spy,
Parry Music,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fuzztones,
U.S. Maple,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fear,
The Remains,
Scion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Associates,
Bill Wells,
The Neon Judgement,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oneida,
The Index,
the Germs,
Mission of Burma,
Television,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra,
Qualms,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Foxx,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.