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 Kiribati and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harpers Bizarre to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
EPMD,
Erykah Badu,
Fela Kuti,
Arcadia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
U.S. Maple,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moody Blues,
Prince Buster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agent Orange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crooked Eye,
One Last Wish,
Sister Nancy,
The Tremeloes,
Dawn Penn,
Erasure,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Teasers,
The Modern Lovers,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed,
Wally Richardson,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Smog,
The Toasters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mission of Burma,
Outsiders,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Style,
Parry Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vainqueur,
Nik Kershaw,
June Days,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quantec,
The Five Americans,
The Gladiators,
Hoover,
The Dave Clark Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Metal Thangz,
Zero Boys,
Sandy B,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.