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 Qatar and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Gories to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
T. Rex,
Schoolly D,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monochrome Set,
Eli Mardock,
Sparks,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Starr,
The Five Americans,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Copeland,
Roxy Music,
This Heat,
Sight & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Max Romeo,
Mark Hollis,
Aswad,
Deakin,
Public Enemy,
Lungfish,
The Black Dice,
Ultravox,
Black Pus,
Young Marble Giants,
Little Man,
Faust,
Graham Central Station,
Excepter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Rundgren,
La Düsseldorf,
Camouflage,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smoke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cybotron,
Charles Mingus,
Freddie Wadling,
Davy DMX,
Goldenarms,
Von Mondo,
The Gladiators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cheater Slicks,
Pylon,
John Lydon,
Second Layer,
Eurythmics,
Metal Thangz,
The Raincoats,
Bang On A Can,
The Fugs,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slits,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blackbyrds,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.