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 Botswana and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the dance 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 synthesizer and a clarinet 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Lakeside,
Lebanon Hanover,
JFA,
Main Source,
The Raincoats,
The Evens,
Trumans Water,
Average White Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Sherman,
Thee Headcoats,
Angry Samoans,
Shoche,
Glenn Branca,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James White and The Blacks,
The Knickerbockers,
Morten Harket,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Symarip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Smog,
Hashim,
Jawbox,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oneida,
Soulsonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
CMW,
The Fuzztones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skaos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronan,
Television,
Roxette,
ABBA,
Eve St. Jones,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül,
Saccharine Trust,
Absolute Body Control,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Martian,
Sister Nancy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris & Cosey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arcadia,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Birthday Party,
EPMD,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.