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 Solomon Islands and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Cale to the funk 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Kaleidoscope,
Colin Newman,
The Cowsills,
Eve St. Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q65,
Sällskapet,
The Fortunes,
Mad Mike,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalann,
Arcadia,
Janne Schatter,
Motorama,
La Düsseldorf,
Ralphi Rosario,
The United States of America,
Panda Bear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Index,
the Association,
Malaria!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quando Quango,
Scratch Acid,
H. Thieme,
the Slits,
The Music Machine,
Quadrant,
Thompson Twins,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dirtbombs,
the Sonics,
Qualms,
The Raincoats,
World's Most,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Warren Ellis,
Crime,
Alison Limerick,
B.T. Express,
Connie Case,
Swell Maps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gories,
Lou Christie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Red Krayola,
Eddi Front,
MC5,
Sexual Harrassment,
E-Dancer,
The Modern Lovers,
Intrusion,
The Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Happenings,
Laurel Aitken,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.