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 South Sudan and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Pulsallama to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 sitar and a linndrum 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Axelrod,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Stooges,
The Cramps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amazonics,
Fear,
China Crisis,
X-102,
Chrome,
Kurtis Blow,
The Real Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris Corsano,
Nico,
Schoolly D,
Cymande,
The Fuzztones,
Hardrive,
Lalann,
Sällskapet,
One Last Wish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Basic Channel,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
Sandy B,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantytec,
Radio Birdman,
Wasted Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Neon Judgement,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Wyatt,
Aural Exciters,
Drexciya,
Supertramp,
Scan 7,
Jandek,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deepchord,
Al Stewart,
Livin' Joy,
The Cowsills,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra,
Niagra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magma,
Saccharine Trust,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.