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 Malaysia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Interpol,
Liliput,
Graham Central Station,
Sarah Menescal,
Reagan Youth,
Fugazi,
Thee Headcoats,
Los Fastidios,
Banda Bassotti,
Animal Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
H. Thieme,
Suicide,
Sällskapet,
The Moleskins,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Raincoats,
Zero Boys,
Television Personalities,
The Flesh Eaters,
Audionom,
Bad Manners,
Make Up,
The Pop Group,
The Motions,
Tom Boy,
Oneida,
Royal Trux,
Dave Gahan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agitation Free,
Duran Duran,
Mars,
Glenn Branca,
Arcadia,
Pantytec,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxy Music,
Dark Day,
Slave,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stiv Bators,
Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cramps,
Qualms,
Cameo,
The Fall,
Tommy Roe,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Clear Light,
The Mummies,
Matthew Bourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aaron Thompson,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Urselle,
Moss Icon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.