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 Cuba and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths 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 dance 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 rhodes 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Smoke,
Kenny Larkin,
Scientists,
Pole,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Hill,
The Monochrome Set,
Monolake,
Juan Atkins,
Harmonia,
John Lydon,
Severed Heads,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Index,
Susan Cadogan,
The Zeros,
Supertramp,
Eli Mardock,
Fluxion,
Radiohead,
F. McDonald,
Lou Christie,
E-Dancer,
Joyce Sims,
Crime,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anakelly,
B.T. Express,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Blossom Toes,
Aural Exciters,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare,
Barbara Tucker,
a-ha,
Cybotron,
Drexciya,
Panda Bear,
ABBA,
Patti Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
the Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quantec,
Maurizio,
Newcleus,
The Black Dice,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Ituana,
Marc Almond,
The Gories,
Tubeway Army,
Eve St. Jones,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.