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 New Zealand and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 J.B.'s to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Groovy Waters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crooked Eye,
The Star Department,
Nico,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantytec,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Organ,
Lower 48,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oblivians,
Section 25,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fall,
The Gun Club,
Gichy Dan,
Lungfish,
Ice-T,
New Age Steppers,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Zeros,
Young Marble Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Hot Snakes,
ABC,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare,
Ossler,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Terry,
Crash Course in Science,
Prince Buster,
Echospace,
UT,
Swans,
Eurythmics,
Theoretical Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quadrant,
This Heat,
Junior Murvin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry's Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Shuggie Otis,
The Divine Comedy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Stooges,
48th St. Collective,
Main Source,
Boredoms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.