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 Norway and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grunge 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Black Bananas,
The Saints,
Slave,
Index,
Rosa Yemen,
The Residents,
Bang On A Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Scrapy,
Dark Day,
Bush Tetras,
Lalann,
Maleditus Sound,
Dawn Penn,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swans,
Deepchord,
Joe Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
Tres Demented,
Franke,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Y Pants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blossom Toes,
The Doors,
Babytalk,
Mandrill,
Agitation Free,
Lindisfarne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rotary Connection,
Cecil Taylor,
Amazonics,
Aswad,
Hasil Adkins,
Rakim,
The Standells,
The Smiths,
The Music Machine,
Monolake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Morten Harket,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monochrome Set,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.