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 Hungary and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Radiohead to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dennis Brown,
The Victims,
T. Rex,
Pet Shop Boys,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
Khruangbin,
Quantec,
Quando Quango,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wolf Eyes,
Ohio Players,
Lucky Dragons,
48th St. Collective,
Dark Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Techniques,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacob Miller,
Pere Ubu,
Depeche Mode,
Joensuu 1685,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
Essential Logic,
Pylon,
Magazine,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Patti Smith,
Jacques Brel,
The Move,
Bang On A Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Desert Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Babytalk,
Matthew Bourne,
The Motions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bauhaus,
Mandrill,
Arthur Verocai,
The Stooges,
Ossler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Tim Buckley,
Idris Muhammad,
Lakeside,
Toni Rubio,
Loose Ends,
The Evens,
Harmonia,
Derrick May,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shoche,
cv313,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.