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 South Sudan and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Terry Callier,
The Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
The Mummies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tres Demented,
Kenny Larkin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dead C,
Bad Manners,
Archie Shepp,
Swell Maps,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moody Blues,
Crash Course in Science,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mad Mike,
The Searchers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pylon,
The Fugs,
Index,
The Fortunes,
EPMD,
Amon Düül II,
Donald Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Liliput,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hardrive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stiv Bators,
Angry Samoans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
F. McDonald,
Tubeway Army,
Steve Hackett,
The Saints,
Nation of Ulysses,
Niagra,
Alison Limerick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Loose Ends,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
K-Klass,
T.S.O.L.,
Kayak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Mars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vainqueur,
The Smiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.