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 Czech Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Los Fastidios to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
E-Dancer,
Deepchord,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacques Brel,
Kenny Larkin,
Camouflage,
The Cowsills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Saints,
Marmalade,
Stereo Dub,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Half Japanese,
Scientists,
Judy Mowatt,
Tommy Roe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soulsonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Duran Duran,
Animal Collective,
Slick Rick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Junior Murvin,
Anthony Braxton,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
The Evens,
Matthew Halsall,
Tom Boy,
Crime,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül,
the Germs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ken Boothe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Graham Central Station,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispy Ambulance,
cv313,
the Association,
Intrusion,
Blancmange,
Zapp,
The Fire Engines,
Index,
Television,
Bush Tetras,
The Seeds,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.