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 Kyrgyzstan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kool Moe Dee to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liliput,
Byron Stingily,
Nik Kershaw,
Qualms,
a-ha,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boredoms,
The Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Green,
Jacob Miller,
Drexciya,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers,
The Gories,
Al Stewart,
Youth Brigade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Foxx,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Searchers,
Godley & Creme,
X-Ray Spex,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Bobby Womack,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Modern Lovers,
Flash Fearless,
Girls At Our Best!,
Khruangbin,
Charles Mingus,
Supertramp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Althea and Donna,
Danielle Patucci,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marvin Gaye,
Clear Light,
The Pretty Things,
MC5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Adolescents,
Young Marble Giants,
EPMD,
Sam Rivers,
Donald Byrd,
The Toasters,
Oneida,
Buzzcocks,
UT,
The Red Krayola,
Ludus,
Jeff Mills,
Severed Heads,
Sällskapet,
D'Angelo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.