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 Slovakia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Five Americans to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Royal Trux,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül II,
Reuben Wilson,
Pussy Galore,
DNA,
Warren Ellis,
Minor Threat,
Al Stewart,
Masters at Work,
Sexual Harrassment,
Theoretical Girls,
Desert Stars,
Colin Newman,
The Wake,
MC5,
F. McDonald,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Bourne,
Pagans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tears for Fears,
Bronski Beat,
Minnie Riperton,
Organ,
Little Man,
Ultravox,
Fat Boys,
Grauzone,
Camberwell Now,
Minutemen,
Eve St. Jones,
John Holt,
Jacques Brel,
Average White Band,
Soul II Soul,
Peter & Gordon,
Swell Maps,
X-102,
The Toasters,
New Age Steppers,
8 Eyed Spy,
UT,
Wire,
The Trojans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Khruangbin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Green,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boz Scaggs,
World's Most,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.