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 Kazakhstan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Scan 7 to the disco 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Black Sheep,
The Vogues,
The Selecter,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Dolphy,
Shoche,
Bootsy Collins,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Wells,
Gregory Isaacs,
Judy Mowatt,
Junior Murvin,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
Nas,
DNA,
Public Enemy,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slick Rick,
The Monochrome Set,
X-101,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Index,
E-Dancer,
Lakeside,
the Sonics,
The Slackers,
Pere Ubu,
Ken Boothe,
cv313,
Black Moon,
Fad Gadget,
Swell Maps,
Interpol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
JFA,
Television Personalities,
Sex Pistols,
Deadbeat,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Durutti Column,
Idris Muhammad,
Quando Quango,
X-102,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tim Buckley,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Urselle,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.