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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 Blake Baxter to the rock 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wire,
Idris Muhammad,
Minor Threat,
Sandy B,
Black Bananas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fugazi,
The Golliwogs,
The Gun Club,
Bush Tetras,
Tres Demented,
The Saints,
UT,
Jacob Miller,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultra Naté,
Ornette Coleman,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sonics,
Anakelly,
The Monochrome Set,
Laurel Aitken,
Pulsallama,
Connie Case,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barry Ungar,
Letta Mbulu,
Monolake,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Stetsasonic,
Intrusion,
Bronski Beat,
The Angels of Light,
K-Klass,
The Associates,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker,
Cecil Taylor,
Royal Trux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Section 25,
Dennis Brown,
Altered Images,
Whodini,
Mr. Review,
The Raincoats,
the Normal,
Inner City,
the Human League,
Bang On A Can,
David Axelrod,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tom Boy,
The Remains,
The Misunderstood,
Japan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.