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 Paraguay and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Jandek 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Human League,
Robert Hood,
Maleditus Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Litter,
Quantec,
K-Klass,
The Stooges,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glambeats Corp.,
June of 44,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Misunderstood,
FM Einheit,
World's Most,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra,
Vladislav Delay,
Donny Hathaway,
Franke,
The Slits,
Jawbox,
These Immortal Souls,
Fear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slick Rick,
Lyres,
Dark Day,
Dennis Brown,
Boredoms,
Absolute Body Control,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Residents,
Metal Thangz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Audionom,
The Doors,
Nik Kershaw,
Reagan Youth,
Gang of Four,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
F. McDonald,
kango's stein massive,
Monks,
John Foxx,
Grauzone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Hill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Toasters,
Can,
Ponytail,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.