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 Kuwait and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Bluetip,
Tres Demented,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang On A Can,
Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Pylon,
Monks,
Nico,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cal Tjader,
Soul II Soul,
Maleditus Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
The United States of America,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
Blancmange,
The Residents,
Simply Red,
Godley & Creme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxette,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-101,
Jandek,
Judy Mowatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Idris Muhammad,
Essential Logic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
B.T. Express,
AZ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Dolphy,
The Grass Roots,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bronski Beat,
Crime,
Ohio Players,
Mandrill,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unwound,
Panda Bear,
Ituana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Schoolly D,
The New Christs,
Ice-T,
Nils Olav,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.