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 United States and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 synthesizer and a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The New Christs,
Aural Exciters,
The Gun Club,
Darondo,
Harmonia,
Silicon Teens,
The Blues Magoos,
Fat Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Machine,
R.M.O.,
T.S.O.L.,
Pulsallama,
Grey Daturas,
Duran Duran,
Ituana,
Piero Umiliani,
Severed Heads,
Faust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fatback Band,
Black Moon,
The Golliwogs,
KRS-One,
Desert Stars,
The Names,
Von Mondo,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare,
Infiniti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flash Fearless,
Lucky Dragons,
Ice-T,
Rapeman,
Gabor Szabo,
Joyce Sims,
Mr. Review,
ABC,
Jerry's Kids,
The Offenders,
Massinfluence,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Busters,
H. Thieme,
Charles Mingus,
David Axelrod,
Eli Mardock,
Glenn Branca,
Rotary Connection,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Popol Vuh,
The Dirtbombs,
Aswad,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.