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 Guyana 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Todd Rundgren to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalann,
Sarah Menescal,
Fatback Band,
The Blackbyrds,
FM Einheit,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young,
Tim Buckley,
Siglo XX,
Joey Negro,
Peter and Kerry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Goldenarms,
Morten Harket,
Symarip,
Newcleus,
Janne Schatter,
Jawbox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Carl Craig,
Ice-T,
Erasure,
Inner City,
Hoover,
Lucky Dragons,
June of 44,
The Litter,
Section 25,
KRS-One,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Black Dice,
The Saints,
the Sonics,
Adolescents,
Skriet,
Roxy Music,
the Normal,
Television Personalities,
Stiv Bators,
The Gun Club,
Marc Almond,
The Fortunes,
Moss Icon,
Motorama,
Eric Copeland,
a-ha,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rapeman,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.