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 Haiti and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scientists to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tres Demented,
The Misunderstood,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fear,
U.S. Maple,
The Barracudas,
The New Christs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sixth Finger,
Cameo,
China Crisis,
New Age Steppers,
Wasted Youth,
The Leaves,
The Standells,
The Blues Magoos,
Siglo XX,
Sister Nancy,
Depeche Mode,
Ultra Naté,
X-101,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lyres,
Rotary Connection,
Subhumans,
Alphaville,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Los Fastidios,
Tommy Roe,
The United States of America,
Rekid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang On A Can,
Steve Hackett,
Television,
Cecil Taylor,
The Stooges,
Rites of Spring,
Massinfluence,
Boredoms,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Starr,
Blake Baxter,
Nils Olav,
Procol Harum,
Agitation Free,
Wings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brick,
OOIOO,
Gang of Four,
John Lydon,
Delta 5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.