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 Georgia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 KRS-One to the rap 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bronski Beat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Goldenarms,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Supertramp,
Tommy Roe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Bill Wells,
KRS-One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stetsasonic,
Popol Vuh,
Gabor Szabo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masters at Work,
Smog,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slackers,
Pere Ubu,
Nik Kershaw,
The Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Rotary Connection,
Malaria!,
Eddi Front,
DJ Sneak,
Ituana,
The Victims,
Sex Pistols,
The Martian,
MC5,
Pierre Henry,
Slick Rick,
Average White Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ornette Coleman,
L. Decosne,
Isaac Hayes,
Blake Baxter,
Depeche Mode,
The Raincoats,
In Retrospect,
Wally Richardson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy Collins,
Circle Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.