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 Gabon and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lower 48 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare,
Colin Newman,
The Happenings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerri Chandler,
The Saints,
Harmonia,
Ronan,
Lower 48,
K-Klass,
Lightning Bolt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deepchord,
Eric Copeland,
The Flesh Eaters,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Excepter,
Flash Fearless,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Christie,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed,
Eddi Front,
The Litter,
New Order,
Bill Wells,
Maurizio,
Albert Ayler,
The Vogues,
Radiohead,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Al Stewart,
Fela Kuti,
Bauhaus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rod Modell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The United States of America,
Dead Boys,
Scrapy,
Davy DMX,
Loose Ends,
The Golliwogs,
Masters at Work,
Slave,
Fear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crash Course in Science,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Wyatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.