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 Fiji and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Young Marble Giants to the punk 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 synthesizer and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Jawbox,
Charles Mingus,
Second Layer,
Niagra,
Joey Negro,
Ornette Coleman,
Harmonia,
Bobby Womack,
Anakelly,
The Slackers,
Circle Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Oneida,
Scion,
Godley & Creme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moss Icon,
Robert Hood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sonics,
The Standells,
Sight & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Sällskapet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Starr,
Minutemen,
Albert Ayler,
the Sonics,
Bluetip,
Stetsasonic,
Skarface,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Royal Trux,
Vladislav Delay,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Moon,
Letta Mbulu,
Janne Schatter,
The Toasters,
Maurizio,
Dawn Penn,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Offenders,
Yazoo,
Urselle,
the Human League,
Black Pus,
Colin Newman,
The New Christs,
Goldenarms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonic Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Dolphy,
The Golliwogs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.