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 Swaziland and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Moon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Underground Resistance,
Lindisfarne,
Skriet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Y Pants,
Deadbeat,
The Litter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cowsills,
Todd Terry,
Royal Trux,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hardrive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultravox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quadrant,
The Happenings,
Youth Brigade,
Delta 5,
Khruangbin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
Aloha Tigers,
The Velvet Underground,
Hasil Adkins,
Technova,
the Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Alison Limerick,
Swans,
Tim Buckley,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Niagra,
Pulsallama,
Trumans Water,
Lee Hazlewood,
Simply Red,
The Moody Blues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Germs,
48th St. Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oblivians,
Bluetip,
Scan 7,
MDC,
Chris Corsano,
Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
The Fall,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Remains,
Gerry Rafferty,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.