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 Ecuador and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Barbara Tucker to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pagans,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Mills,
The Last Poets,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Guru Guru,
Interpol,
Bobby Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Scientists,
Lalann,
Todd Terry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flipper,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacob Miller,
Cymande,
Circle Jerks,
Fear,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boredoms,
Mad Mike,
Gong,
L. Decosne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Organ,
Unrelated Segments,
Frankie Knuckles,
Second Layer,
Toni Rubio,
John Holt,
Robert Wyatt,
Altered Images,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul II Soul,
Audionom,
The Black Dice,
Neu!,
The Durutti Column,
a-ha,
48th St. Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alphaville,
Boogie Down Productions,
cv313,
The Fall,
Malaria!,
the Normal,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cure,
The Mojo Men,
Ohio Players,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Offenders,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.