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 Laos and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grunge 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 synthesizer and a marimba 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Marmalade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blossom Toes,
Fear,
Malaria!,
Prince Buster,
Panda Bear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Happenings,
The Fuzztones,
Ponytail,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Intrusion,
Q and Not U,
The Evens,
Little Man,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Litter,
Brick,
Oneida,
New York Dolls,
The Divine Comedy,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Smooth,
The Zeros,
Stereo Dub,
UT,
10cc,
Alton Ellis,
Minor Threat,
Jawbox,
James White and The Blacks,
Aural Exciters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Warren Ellis,
Nirvana,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rotary Connection,
The Residents,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Music Machine,
Dark Day,
Amazonics,
The Moody Blues,
The Invisible,
Junior Murvin,
Lungfish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Franke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
China Crisis,
Nik Kershaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Marshall Jefferson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Babytalk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.