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 Nigeria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Shoche to the techno 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agitation Free,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
Sandy B,
Little Man,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
FM Einheit,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Outsiders,
Letta Mbulu,
The Busters,
The Mummies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Clear Light,
Panda Bear,
Marc Almond,
Stiv Bators,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultravox,
The Moleskins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Martian,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerri Chandler,
Howard Jones,
Royal Trux,
Franke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crash Course in Science,
Eddi Front,
OOIOO,
Mantronix,
Danielle Patucci,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Pus,
Scion,
Basic Channel,
Tres Demented,
The Stooges,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
Masters at Work,
Colin Newman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Junior Murvin,
Boz Scaggs,
Kaleidoscope,
Marine Girls,
Country Teasers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Cure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fear,
The Smoke,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.