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 Marshall Islands and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minnie Riperton to the crunk 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Halsall,
Bob Dylan,
Morten Harket,
Sight & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Wyatt,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Make Up,
Wasted Youth,
Desert Stars,
Ohio Players,
the Germs,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Evens,
Simply Red,
Judy Mowatt,
B.T. Express,
The Cowsills,
Japan,
Spoonie Gee,
Symarip,
The Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Panda Bear,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra,
Robert Hood,
Aaron Thompson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warren Ellis,
Amazonics,
The American Breed,
Funky Four + One,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suicide,
Nils Olav,
Dennis Brown,
The Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maurizio,
D'Angelo,
Buzzcocks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Leaves,
Roxette,
Carl Craig,
The Black Dice,
The Golliwogs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.