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 Luxembourg and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barbara Tucker to the dance 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The J.B.'s,
Aswad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dark Day,
Robert Hood,
Con Funk Shun,
The Red Krayola,
Cheater Slicks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mojo Men,
The United States of America,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Simply Red,
Dennis Brown,
John Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Infiniti,
The Fall,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oneida,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
the Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
Negative Approach,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ken Boothe,
Connie Case,
Sonic Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Neu!,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Popol Vuh,
AZ,
The Victims,
Ponytail,
Wasted Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T.S.O.L.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Accadde A,
Ultra Naté,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers,
Hardrive,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.