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 Slovenia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Y Pants 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Cure,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cymande,
The Offenders,
Lyres,
Josef K,
Surgeon,
Supertramp,
Kas Product,
Moss Icon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nico,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cramps,
The Modern Lovers,
The Litter,
The Fuzztones,
Drexciya,
Throbbing Gristle,
CMW,
Los Fastidios,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alice Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dead Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Panda Bear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
U.S. Maple,
Urselle,
Gabor Szabo,
Gichy Dan,
T. Rex,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slits,
The Red Krayola,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül II,
Adolescents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delta 5,
Infiniti,
Banda Bassotti,
Bush Tetras,
June Days,
The Stooges,
48th St. Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
Prince Buster,
Technova,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronan,
The Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.