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 Greece and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
cv313,
Derrick May,
Desert Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Albert Ayler,
Agitation Free,
Aaron Thompson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Easy Going,
David Bowie,
Maurizio,
Kurtis Blow,
Dark Day,
Pere Ubu,
Lindisfarne,
The Vogues,
The Move,
Theoretical Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Hardrive,
Cameo,
Deadbeat,
Eric B and Rakim,
The New Christs,
Oneida,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monks,
X-101,
Ronan,
kango's stein massive,
L. Decosne,
The Skatalites,
Suburban Knight,
ABBA,
The Durutti Column,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Dolphy,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alison Limerick,
Erykah Badu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Angry Samoans,
Isaac Hayes,
Moebius,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang On A Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Leaves,
The Toasters,
Crime,
Sex Pistols,
Ice-T,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.