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 Vanuatu and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Joy Division to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Mark Hollis,
Anakelly,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pop Group,
Dave Gahan,
Archie Shepp,
The Motions,
Warren Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blackbyrds,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Teasers,
David McCallum,
Popol Vuh,
Janne Schatter,
Index,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lakeside,
Mad Mike,
Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalann,
Fat Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Wyatt,
Alison Limerick,
Japan,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Sheep,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers,
The Index,
Eric Copeland,
The Monochrome Set,
L. Decosne,
Dead Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Graham Central Station,
cv313,
Q65,
The Barracudas,
Pere Ubu,
The Grass Roots,
EPMD,
Aural Exciters,
Arcadia,
The Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Hood,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.