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 Rwanda and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the dance 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Motorama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Selecter,
Iggy Pop,
Cymande,
The Residents,
June Days,
Skaos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Man Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ten City,
Scion,
Bronski Beat,
Monolake,
Stiv Bators,
Michelle Simonal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fear,
The Sound,
Swans,
Mars,
Carl Craig,
Fugazi,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Average White Band,
Mad Mike,
The Count Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Toasters,
D'Angelo,
The Buckinghams,
The Dirtbombs,
Rod Modell,
Dead Boys,
Funkadelic,
Magma,
Aural Exciters,
Tom Boy,
Wasted Youth,
The Leaves,
Mandrill,
Robert Görl,
The Doobie Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Albert Ayler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.