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 Grenada and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Prince Buster to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suicide,
Agitation Free,
The Moleskins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joensuu 1685,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rites of Spring,
ABC,
Mr. Review,
Tubeway Army,
The Names,
FM Einheit,
Alice Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
The Selecter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonic Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Crooked Eye,
Average White Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lower 48,
Gichy Dan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Buzzcocks,
Masters at Work,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pop Group,
H. Thieme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Al Stewart,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Little Man,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arab on Radar,
the Sonics,
Outsiders,
Urselle,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kayak,
The Grass Roots,
Nils Olav,
Qualms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scrapy,
The Raincoats,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Absolute Body Control,
Moby Grape,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Leaves,
Khruangbin,
Kerrie Biddell,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.