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 Cyprus and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Saints to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erasure,
DNA,
Essential Logic,
The Standells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Das Ding,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Moon,
Inner City,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Dolphy,
Skarface,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sällskapet,
Todd Rundgren,
Lightning Bolt,
Iggy Pop,
Procol Harum,
Pet Shop Boys,
The United States of America,
Negative Approach,
One Last Wish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barry Ungar,
Dave Gahan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bronski Beat,
Zero Boys,
The Cowsills,
Talk Talk,
The Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiohead,
T. Rex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronan,
Prince Buster,
Suburban Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gichy Dan,
The Names,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kaleidoscope,
Juan Atkins,
Harry Pussy,
Barrington Levy,
Nirvana,
Panda Bear,
The Seeds,
The Leaves,
Pierre Henry,
The Busters,
Sparks,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.