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 Beijing.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rap 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Leonard Cohen,
Gastr Del Sol,
10cc,
Wasted Youth,
David Bowie,
David Axelrod,
Sixth Finger,
Boredoms,
Juan Atkins,
The Count Five,
DJ Sneak,
The J.B.'s,
Shoche,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Age Steppers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moby Grape,
Wire,
Scratch Acid,
Black Sheep,
Mad Mike,
Nils Olav,
Bill Wells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Knickerbockers,
Japan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brand Nubian,
The Gories,
Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marvin Gaye,
Oblivians,
Masters at Work,
Davy DMX,
Gabor Szabo,
Vainqueur,
The Velvet Underground,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tim Buckley,
Simply Red,
Jacob Miller,
Wings,
Pierre Henry,
Dawn Penn,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Misunderstood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Young Marble Giants,
Swans,
Altered Images,
The Fortunes,
The Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Accadde A,
The Modern Lovers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Charles Mingus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.