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 Chile and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Thompson Twins to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Pole,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Don Cherry,
Wings,
the Normal,
Scientists,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pylon,
Trumans Water,
Bill Wells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mo-Dettes,
K-Klass,
Bang On A Can,
Depeche Mode,
The Durutti Column,
Kool Moe Dee,
Infiniti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
The Associates,
Leonard Cohen,
The Walker Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Black Flag,
Rapeman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skarface,
Scion,
X-101,
Japan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
kango's stein massive,
Mantronix,
Bronski Beat,
T. Rex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Roger Hodgson,
Minor Threat,
Supertramp,
These Immortal Souls,
MDC,
Barry Ungar,
The Standells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Carl Craig,
Judy Mowatt,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young,
E-Dancer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultravox,
Spandau Ballet,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Index,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.