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 Ivory Coast and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 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 All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Moss Icon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Darondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Nas,
Skriet,
Audionom,
Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
The Gun Club,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gap Band,
The Happenings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Davy DMX,
David McCallum,
Organ,
Yazoo,
Michelle Simonal,
Skarface,
Kayak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Sonny Sharrock,
R.M.O.,
Negative Approach,
Erykah Badu,
Grey Daturas,
James White and The Blacks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
The Last Poets,
Moebius,
The Litter,
John Foxx,
Duran Duran,
Accadde A,
The Index,
The Fortunes,
Pulsallama,
Monolake,
The Smoke,
Mr. Review,
Swans,
Essential Logic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Selecter,
The Neon Judgement,
Rekid,
Hasil Adkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Max Romeo,
Theoretical Girls,
Y Pants,
Jacques Brel,
Severed Heads,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ken Boothe,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.