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 Spain and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New Age Steppers to the grime 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
L. Decosne,
Niagra,
Excepter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Deadbeat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fugazi,
Cheater Slicks,
Easy Going,
Marmalade,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camouflage,
Archie Shepp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Patti Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Hood,
Don Cherry,
The Dave Clark Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ralphi Rosario,
Janne Schatter,
The Busters,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Style,
Rekid,
The Smoke,
Massinfluence,
The Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultra Naté,
Cluster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eve St. Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
Ken Boothe,
Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Ronan,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aaron Thompson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Names,
Jerry's Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wings,
Guru Guru,
The United States of America,
The Tremeloes,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.