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 Finland and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Darondo to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
This Heat,
Malaria!,
The Monks,
Blancmange,
Darondo,
Panda Bear,
the Slits,
Lou Reed,
Whodini,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pussy Galore,
Massinfluence,
Warsaw,
Arthur Verocai,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Danielle Patucci,
Urselle,
Flamin' Groovies,
FM Einheit,
Reagan Youth,
Swell Maps,
Lucky Dragons,
Nirvana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echospace,
Skaos,
Jandek,
Pylon,
Vainqueur,
Erasure,
Sällskapet,
New Age Steppers,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang On A Can,
Quadrant,
The Standells,
Pharoah Sanders,
EPMD,
Nico,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Surgeon,
Severed Heads,
The Motions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deadbeat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funkadelic,
Gang Starr,
Loose Ends,
Crooked Eye,
Subhumans,
The Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.