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 Uganda and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Todd Rundgren to the rock 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
June Days,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick Morgan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Beau Brummels,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronnie Foster,
Dave Gahan,
EPMD,
Model 500,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cheater Slicks,
Cecil Taylor,
New Age Steppers,
The Gap Band,
Dawn Penn,
MC5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Michelle Simonal,
The Red Krayola,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Accadde A,
Excepter,
Wasted Youth,
the Human League,
Pantytec,
Bobby Womack,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Divine Comedy,
ABC,
The United States of America,
Ludus,
The Cure,
Roxy Music,
Bad Manners,
Magazine,
Charles Mingus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visage,
Toni Rubio,
the Normal,
Ultravox,
Trumans Water,
The Standells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Little Man,
Fatback Band,
Los Fastidios,
Unrelated Segments,
Yazoo,
Babytalk,
Oblivians,
Ornette Coleman,
Bluetip,
The Velvet Underground,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.