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 Cyprus and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Happenings 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Aloha Tigers,
Arcadia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Divine Comedy,
Half Japanese,
Joe Finger,
Gang of Four,
Roxette,
Negative Approach,
Juan Atkins,
The Angels of Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
Whodini,
Cheater Slicks,
Ten City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television Personalities,
Michelle Simonal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Residents,
Technova,
Amon Düül,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Can,
Davy DMX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joey Negro,
Harmonia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Barracudas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angry Samoans,
David McCallum,
Bob Dylan,
The Fugs,
Junior Murvin,
Rites of Spring,
The Monochrome Set,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
L. Decosne,
The Dirtbombs,
Crash Course in Science,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sister Nancy,
The Buckinghams,
Black Moon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Qualms,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül II,
Vainqueur,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.