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 Korea South and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sam Rivers to the jazz 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minnie Riperton,
June Days,
X-102,
the Swans,
Kayak,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül,
Patti Smith,
Don Cherry,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick Morgan,
Dark Day,
Dead Boys,
Sex Pistols,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tears for Fears,
Faraquet,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gap Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scrapy,
Country Teasers,
Goldenarms,
L. Decosne,
Al Stewart,
The Golliwogs,
Black Sheep,
Rod Modell,
Joyce Sims,
The Velvet Underground,
Kevin Saunderson,
Banda Bassotti,
Darondo,
ABC,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Black Dice,
The Angels of Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
The Alarm Clocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zero Boys,
Henry Cow,
Alton Ellis,
Jawbox,
Silicon Teens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Interpol,
Lindisfarne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eve St. Jones,
Wings,
Blake Baxter,
Stereo Dub,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.