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 Guatemala and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Index to the punk 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Lungfish,
Soulsonic Force,
Aswad,
Rites of Spring,
Chris Corsano,
New Order,
The Searchers,
Minnie Riperton,
48th St. Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
a-ha,
Soul II Soul,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Leonard Cohen,
Letta Mbulu,
Oneida,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Interpol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warsaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Buzzcocks,
Cybotron,
Kenny Larkin,
Little Man,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Animal Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Copeland,
Fugazi,
The Fortunes,
Lou Christie,
Byron Stingily,
PIL,
Dual Sessions,
Skarface,
James White and The Blacks,
Franke,
Radio Birdman,
Barclay James Harvest,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Durutti Column,
Delta 5,
The Last Poets,
Brass Construction,
Mission of Burma,
Panda Bear,
X-101,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.