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 Honduras and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Joy Division to the punk 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Babytalk,
Joy Division,
The Monochrome Set,
Scan 7,
The Count Five,
Pulsallama,
Davy DMX,
Archie Shepp,
Jacques Brel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zapp,
Interpol,
Lungfish,
Guru Guru,
Nik Kershaw,
Rites of Spring,
EPMD,
The New Christs,
Jacob Miller,
Khruangbin,
CMW,
Amazonics,
Scion,
Scientists,
The Cowsills,
Wire,
Quadrant,
Crooked Eye,
The American Breed,
Young Marble Giants,
Morten Harket,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
AZ,
Supertramp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wasted Youth,
the Human League,
Bush Tetras,
X-101,
Reagan Youth,
Boredoms,
Little Man,
Max Romeo,
Talk Talk,
The Young Rascals,
Lower 48,
Arthur Verocai,
Mad Mike,
The Fugs,
B.T. Express,
Public Enemy,
Au Pairs,
The Leaves,
Brand Nubian,
Iggy Pop,
Angry Samoans,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.