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 Peru and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Doobie Brothers to the funk 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Martian,
Desert Stars,
Pere Ubu,
The Leaves,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Rundgren,
Bad Manners,
Stereo Dub,
OOIOO,
Jacob Miller,
Lightning Bolt,
Massinfluence,
Ten City,
the Slits,
The Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Dual Sessions,
The Smiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Nas,
Marine Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Pantytec,
The Divine Comedy,
A Certain Ratio,
Television,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blancmange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy Collins,
Cluster,
Make Up,
Harry Pussy,
The Smoke,
Aswad,
DNA,
The Trojans,
Joy Division,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suicide,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mars,
UT,
Delta 5,
New York Dolls,
Magma,
Sam Rivers,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Siglo XX,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Dolphy,
Barry Ungar,
Peter and Kerry,
Don Cherry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Bananas,
The American Breed,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.