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 Vietnam and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the techno 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Al Stewart,
The Gun Club,
Rapeman,
Kurtis Blow,
Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Groovy Waters,
Hot Snakes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bluetip,
Angry Samoans,
Joyce Sims,
Magazine,
FM Einheit,
Black Moon,
Slave,
Kas Product,
The Blackbyrds,
Lucky Dragons,
AZ,
The Buckinghams,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ken Boothe,
Dave Gahan,
Blake Baxter,
Arthur Verocai,
The Kinks,
Susan Cadogan,
Half Japanese,
Marmalade,
Quando Quango,
Robert Hood,
China Crisis,
Dennis Brown,
Make Up,
Icehouse,
Tears for Fears,
Joy Division,
The New Christs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Holt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wasted Youth,
a-ha,
Iggy Pop,
The Alarm Clocks,
L. Decosne,
Parry Music,
Jerry's Kids,
the Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Danielle Patucci,
Rites of Spring,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.