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 Portugal and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Piero Umiliani to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June of 44,
Gang Green,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sight & Sound,
Can,
ABC,
The Names,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Searchers,
The Buckinghams,
Kas Product,
The Dead C,
The Raincoats,
The New Christs,
Jacob Miller,
Deadbeat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Althea and Donna,
Maurizio,
The Star Department,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Saccharine Trust,
The Walker Brothers,
Drexciya,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
World's Most,
K-Klass,
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Osbourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Goldenarms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cheater Slicks,
Gabor Szabo,
Anthony Braxton,
Camberwell Now,
Sparks,
the Germs,
Adolescents,
Rod Modell,
The Cure,
Michelle Simonal,
The Saints,
Lakeside,
The Sound,
Das Ding,
Joy Division,
Faraquet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cameo,
John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kurtis Blow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.