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 Grenada and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 cv313 to the techno 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Pharoah Sanders,
Howard Jones,
Nirvana,
Motorama,
R.M.O.,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anakelly,
Clear Light,
K-Klass,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Music Machine,
The Names,
Junior Murvin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Massinfluence,
Grey Daturas,
Public Enemy,
The Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Carl Craig,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mummies,
Main Source,
New Order,
The Golliwogs,
X-102,
CMW,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June Days,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter & Gordon,
Theoretical Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roger Hodgson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Hill,
Joyce Sims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television,
Arab on Radar,
The Mojo Men,
Ken Boothe,
The Happenings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiohead,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Byrd,
Mandrill,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Hood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eve St. Jones,
Barrington Levy,
The Walker Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.