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 Fiji and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Gang Dance to the jazz 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fat Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tommy Roe,
Animal Collective,
Yaz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smiths,
Ultravox,
Lakeside,
Rufus Thomas,
Mantronix,
Agitation Free,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Dawn Penn,
Sixth Finger,
Metal Thangz,
Ohio Players,
Freddie Wadling,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lyres,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faust,
Outsiders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gichy Dan,
Erasure,
Ronnie Foster,
Joyce Sims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Index,
Joy Division,
Grey Daturas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mojo Men,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Martian,
Boredoms,
Sarah Menescal,
Symarip,
Todd Terry,
Deakin,
Popol Vuh,
Thompson Twins,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Piero Umiliani,
Von Mondo,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.