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 Portugal and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fania All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Certain Ratio,
F. McDonald,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
10cc,
Oblivians,
The Saints,
Sex Pistols,
The Misunderstood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camberwell Now,
Guru Guru,
Ultravox,
Sun City Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Cameo,
Delta 5,
Tim Buckley,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lower 48,
Zero Boys,
The Birthday Party,
The Slackers,
Agent Orange,
The Cramps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brass Construction,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heaven 17,
Yaz,
Subhumans,
Lucky Dragons,
Goldenarms,
Eden Ahbez,
The Busters,
Porter Ricks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cybotron,
The Barracudas,
Brick,
kango's stein massive,
UT,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül II,
Tom Boy,
Jacques Brel,
The Moleskins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oneida,
Amon Düül,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tears for Fears,
Public Enemy,
Magazine,
Surgeon,
The Divine Comedy,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.