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 Maldives and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 48th St. Collective to the techno 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Basic Channel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Teasers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amazonics,
Suburban Knight,
Hot Snakes,
The Busters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Wyatt,
Animal Collective,
The Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Count Five,
Barry Ungar,
Pierre Henry,
The Invisible,
Little Man,
Sun City Girls,
Radiohead,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rod Modell,
The Red Krayola,
Dead Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Faraquet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Newcleus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Copeland,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Hill,
Bob Dylan,
Rufus Thomas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
PIL,
Depeche Mode,
The Move,
Gregory Isaacs,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joyce Sims,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Dolphy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispy Ambulance,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.