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 Korea North and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 New Order to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quadrant,
The Offenders,
cv313,
Toni Rubio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mad Mike,
F. McDonald,
Barry Ungar,
Tears for Fears,
Youth Brigade,
Swans,
Lindisfarne,
The American Breed,
Patti Smith,
John Lydon,
The Associates,
The Invisible,
Jeff Mills,
The Angels of Light,
The Golliwogs,
Ten City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Real Kids,
New York Dolls,
Fear,
Hot Snakes,
Newcleus,
Visage,
Mars,
Gichy Dan,
The Misunderstood,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moody Blues,
Scion,
Neil Young,
Bobby Sherman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Von Mondo,
Faraquet,
Alison Limerick,
These Immortal Souls,
Monks,
Reagan Youth,
In Retrospect,
Desert Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Agitation Free,
Soul II Soul,
the Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
E-Dancer,
James White and The Blacks,
Pulsallama,
Animal Collective,
Das Ding,
FM Einheit,
The Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.