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 Lagos.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Litter 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Man Eating Sloth,
MDC,
Connie Case,
The Gories,
ABBA,
The Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nils Olav,
The J.B.'s,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Supertramp,
Shuggie Otis,
Hot Snakes,
The Knickerbockers,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Barracudas,
Hoover,
Nas,
Morten Harket,
Urselle,
Skriet,
Fluxion,
Jacques Brel,
Dual Sessions,
F. McDonald,
Blossom Toes,
Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Fad Gadget,
Piero Umiliani,
Circle Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Five Americans,
the Association,
Susan Cadogan,
PIL,
Tim Buckley,
Crash Course in Science,
Malaria!,
Dennis Brown,
Freddie Wadling,
Mission of Burma,
Second Layer,
Infiniti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angry Samoans,
B.T. Express,
Von Mondo,
Bauhaus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lakeside,
OOIOO,
Kas Product,
Davy DMX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arab on Radar,
EPMD,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.