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 Congo and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barry Ungar,
Schoolly D,
Television,
Con Funk Shun,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
The Divine Comedy,
Crime,
Dark Day,
Y Pants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Animal Collective,
Darondo,
Pagans,
Moss Icon,
James White and The Blacks,
Chrome,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Sneak,
Eve St. Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Supertramp,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Khruangbin,
The Real Kids,
The American Breed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerrie Biddell,
Davy DMX,
Glenn Branca,
The Knickerbockers,
Magma,
The Cure,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül,
KRS-One,
Scan 7,
Neil Young,
The Fugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
The Cramps,
ABBA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Essential Logic,
Howard Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Ultravox,
Liliput,
Charles Mingus,
Dawn Penn,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.