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 Mexico and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Arthur Verocai,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Searchers,
Judy Mowatt,
Sound Behaviour,
Colin Newman,
Kas Product,
Los Fastidios,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Stooges,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Altered Images,
Lalann,
Schoolly D,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Porter Ricks,
Con Funk Shun,
Ossler,
Cybotron,
Pantytec,
Siglo XX,
Simply Red,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brand Nubian,
Ludus,
Iggy Pop,
Loose Ends,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Infiniti,
The Five Americans,
Public Enemy,
Smog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Byrd,
Shoche,
Terry Callier,
Wasted Youth,
Black Moon,
Flash Fearless,
Animal Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lower 48,
A Certain Ratio,
OOIOO,
Eric Dolphy,
Byron Stingily,
Rotary Connection,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Davy DMX,
ABC,
Mad Mike,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Hood,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.