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 Azerbaijan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Pantytec to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oneida,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moody Blues,
The Pretty Things,
Bob Dylan,
Silicon Teens,
The Cramps,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Bourne,
Popol Vuh,
Skarface,
Patti Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Archie Shepp,
The Invisible,
Pagans,
The Associates,
Agitation Free,
Jimmy McGriff,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warsaw,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gun Club,
Radiohead,
The Dirtbombs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Little Man,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grauzone,
Moebius,
Loose Ends,
The Gap Band,
Kayak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Association,
Sun City Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
The Evens,
Guru Guru,
Gregory Isaacs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Banda Bassotti,
Scion,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul II Soul,
Smog,
Yusef Lateef,
Bauhaus,
Ultra Naté,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.