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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Carl Craig to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Moleskins,
Barrington Levy,
cv313,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brass Construction,
Yazoo,
The Music Machine,
Oblivians,
Joe Finger,
Nils Olav,
Rotary Connection,
LL Cool J,
The Grass Roots,
The Barracudas,
Rekid,
Ice-T,
Derrick Morgan,
Warren Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dawn Penn,
Brick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blancmange,
The Busters,
Easy Going,
Lyres,
Kenny Larkin,
Sandy B,
Yusef Lateef,
Skriet,
The Skatalites,
Jawbox,
B.T. Express,
The Gladiators,
D'Angelo,
Radio Birdman,
Alton Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Sherman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gories,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
The United States of America,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Groovy Waters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Moby Grape,
Black Moon,
Bang On A Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Stereo Dub,
Aloha Tigers,
ABC,
CMW,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.