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 Fiji and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 sitar and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Ronnie Foster,
Patti Smith,
The Gap Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blossom Toes,
New York Dolls,
Aaron Thompson,
Babytalk,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick May,
The Smoke,
Los Fastidios,
Kayak,
The United States of America,
The Dirtbombs,
Procol Harum,
Dawn Penn,
The Moleskins,
Stiv Bators,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doors,
Sound Behaviour,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Walker Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Whodini,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Section 25,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiohead,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Parrish,
Black Pus,
MDC,
Tomorrow,
Aswad,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Real Kids,
Crooked Eye,
CMW,
Deepchord,
The Saints,
Royal Trux,
Country Teasers,
The Litter,
The Cramps,
The Dead C,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.