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 Colombia and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Susan Cadogan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Kevin Saunderson,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bad Manners,
La Düsseldorf,
Whodini,
Interpol,
Jandek,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sixth Finger,
The New Christs,
June of 44,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flamin' Groovies,
Graham Central Station,
Altered Images,
The Mummies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heaven 17,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonic Youth,
Newcleus,
Terry Callier,
Sun City Girls,
B.T. Express,
Ronan,
Panda Bear,
The Zeros,
Section 25,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Tom Boy,
Oneida,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boz Scaggs,
X-Ray Spex,
Joy Division,
Barry Ungar,
The Toasters,
the Association,
Cecil Taylor,
Warren Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
The Slackers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Sound Behaviour,
Circle Jerks,
The Five Americans,
Al Stewart,
Fugazi,
Gichy Dan,
Soul II Soul,
June Days,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.