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 Uzbekistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Whodini to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agent Orange,
Slave,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pretty Things,
The Black Dice,
Robert Hood,
The Cowsills,
Country Teasers,
Joe Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
Ronnie Foster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Techniques,
Reuben Wilson,
T.S.O.L.,
New York Dolls,
Juan Atkins,
Model 500,
Icehouse,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Divine Comedy,
Technova,
Fugazi,
Skaos,
Sound Behaviour,
Lakeside,
The Birthday Party,
Jacques Brel,
Livin' Joy,
Max Romeo,
Ituana,
Brass Construction,
Mars,
Bang On A Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Guru Guru,
Warren Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Skriet,
Avey Tare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
This Heat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Terry,
Minor Threat,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Skatalites,
Trumans Water,
Peter and Kerry,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Finger,
The Fugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Danielle Patucci,
Wings,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.