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 Qatar and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Charles Mingus,
Altered Images,
Sound Behaviour,
Wings,
Rod Modell,
Faraquet,
The Fall,
In Retrospect,
Gang Starr,
Marvin Gaye,
Visage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grey Daturas,
The Buckinghams,
Carl Craig,
Malaria!,
The Litter,
Rites of Spring,
Urselle,
Ossler,
Jawbox,
The Selecter,
Skarface,
Man Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Lower 48,
Eric Copeland,
Delta 5,
Tropical Tobacco,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liliput,
Cal Tjader,
Radiohead,
OOIOO,
David Bowie,
Harry Pussy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David McCallum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Foxx,
Chris & Cosey,
Au Pairs,
Panda Bear,
Lakeside,
Hasil Adkins,
The Red Krayola,
Warsaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Donald Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fad Gadget,
The Count Five,
One Last Wish,
The Fugs,
Model 500,
Young Marble Giants,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.