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 Gambia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bluetip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donny Hathaway,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris Corsano,
Suicide,
Audionom,
Roxette,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eden Ahbez,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Darondo,
Matthew Bourne,
The Stooges,
The Raincoats,
The Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Magma,
Eurythmics,
8 Eyed Spy,
PIL,
The Kinks,
The Residents,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
T.S.O.L.,
Supertramp,
Loose Ends,
T. Rex,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Mills,
Pere Ubu,
Eric B and Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quantec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Motorama,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Niagra,
Arthur Verocai,
Nas,
Angry Samoans,
the Normal,
Jacques Brel,
the Sonics,
Black Pus,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.