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 Cambodia and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeff Mills to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Lee Hazlewood,
The New Christs,
Robert Görl,
B.T. Express,
Kaleidoscope,
Popol Vuh,
Bronski Beat,
The Five Americans,
Faraquet,
Sällskapet,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul II Soul,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Yaz,
Bang On A Can,
Minor Threat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Swans,
Bob Dylan,
The Leaves,
The Searchers,
Can,
Theoretical Girls,
Mars,
Excepter,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacob Miller,
In Retrospect,
Pharoah Sanders,
Carl Craig,
Pantaleimon,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agitation Free,
Lindisfarne,
The American Breed,
LL Cool J,
Agent Orange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Howard Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Victims,
a-ha,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Starr,
Lakeside,
The Residents,
Absolute Body Control,
Marmalade,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Techniques,
Girls At Our Best!,
Newcleus,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.