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 Guyana and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Fugazi to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Althea and Donna,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brothers Johnson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MC5,
a-ha,
Crispy Ambulance,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brick,
Ponytail,
Con Funk Shun,
Eli Mardock,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sparks,
Alton Ellis,
Vainqueur,
The Dead C,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scion,
Q and Not U,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joey Negro,
Zero Boys,
Tres Demented,
Scrapy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sällskapet,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers,
Archie Shepp,
Flash Fearless,
Gang of Four,
Danielle Patucci,
Marine Girls,
Urselle,
The Moody Blues,
Country Teasers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Darondo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Skatalites,
The Remains,
Isaac Hayes,
Duran Duran,
Little Man,
ABC,
Avey Tare,
Derrick May,
Erykah Badu,
Pylon,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Hill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.