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 Mongolia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minor Threat to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Symarip,
Marshall Jefferson,
Henry Cow,
Monolake,
Laurel Aitken,
Blake Baxter,
Crooked Eye,
Grey Daturas,
The Gories,
Gang Gang Dance,
Davy DMX,
Blossom Toes,
The Velvet Underground,
Zapp,
E-Dancer,
Eurythmics,
Nils Olav,
Faust,
Nik Kershaw,
Junior Murvin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Carl Craig,
Boredoms,
Essential Logic,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Scientists,
Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swell Maps,
Model 500,
Motorama,
Joe Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Fat Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camouflage,
Trumans Water,
Mission of Burma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Foxx,
Alton Ellis,
T. Rex,
Warren Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Oneida,
The Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
World's Most,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hasil Adkins,
Sarah Menescal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Depeche Mode,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.