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 Slovakia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Aloha Tigers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Erykah Badu,
CMW,
Marine Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Happenings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Make Up,
Brothers Johnson,
Chrome,
Arthur Verocai,
Blancmange,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Urselle,
The Leaves,
AZ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalo Schifrin,
cv313,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dirtbombs,
The Zeros,
The Gories,
Moss Icon,
T. Rex,
Nico,
Sällskapet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vladislav Delay,
Das Ding,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aaron Thompson,
Byron Stingily,
Girls At Our Best!,
Little Man,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mars,
Jawbox,
The Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun City Girls,
Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Wells,
Nirvana,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
The Sonics,
The United States of America,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Evens,
Amon Düül II,
Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Henry Cow,
Eve St. Jones,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.