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 Sweden and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Lyres to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Durutti Column,
Minnie Riperton,
Wire,
Minny Pops,
The Residents,
Bluetip,
The Selecter,
The Buckinghams,
ABC,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispy Ambulance,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Human League,
Agitation Free,
In Retrospect,
Jerry's Kids,
Smog,
The Young Rascals,
Quantec,
The Wake,
Jacques Brel,
Erasure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Deadbeat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young,
Juan Atkins,
The Litter,
Buzzcocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Toni Rubio,
Faust,
The Offenders,
PIL,
Anakelly,
Das Ding,
The Modern Lovers,
U.S. Maple,
Cluster,
The Motions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Junior Murvin,
Pere Ubu,
David Bowie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Index,
Black Pus,
New Order,
Unwound,
Pagans,
Al Stewart,
Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
Groovy Waters,
Jawbox,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.