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 Canada and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Oneida to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Niagra,
Bang On A Can,
Faraquet,
Kas Product,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barbara Tucker,
Banda Bassotti,
The Star Department,
Depeche Mode,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Association,
PIL,
Gabor Szabo,
Surgeon,
Don Cherry,
Oblivians,
T.S.O.L.,
Crash Course in Science,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Clarke,
Youth Brigade,
Tim Buckley,
John Coltrane,
The Litter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Basic Channel,
A Certain Ratio,
The Music Machine,
Blossom Toes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Selecter,
the Sonics,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker,
Stereo Dub,
Bad Manners,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fugazi,
Nick Fraelich,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pussy Galore,
AZ,
Dave Gahan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zapp,
Funkadelic,
Anthony Braxton,
La Düsseldorf,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.