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 Burundi and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 the Fania All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Half Japanese,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q65,
Index,
The Dead C,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Womack,
Y Pants,
10cc,
Bronski Beat,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gun Club,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magma,
Bill Wells,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eddi Front,
Kayak,
the Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Intrusion,
The Star Department,
X-101,
Jawbox,
Essential Logic,
Marmalade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Organ,
Robert Hood,
Little Man,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Easy Going,
Brick,
The American Breed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Prunes,
AZ,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Simply Red,
Delta 5,
Flash Fearless,
The Dave Clark Five,
Supertramp,
F. McDonald,
The Invisible,
The Black Dice,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Das Ding,
Warsaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.