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 Kuwait and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sun City Girls to the electroclash 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Smiths,
Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Section 25,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skarface,
Nico,
a-ha,
Andrew Hill,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Rundgren,
Los Fastidios,
Sonny Sharrock,
David McCallum,
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
Public Enemy,
OOIOO,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Absolute Body Control,
Cal Tjader,
Q65,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
X-102,
Lower 48,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Juan Atkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
T.S.O.L.,
Faust,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronan,
The Count Five,
Grauzone,
The Walker Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agitation Free,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fugs,
cv313,
The Gun Club,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cheater Slicks,
John Lydon,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABBA,
The Searchers,
Gabor Szabo,
Sparks,
The Grass Roots,
Audionom,
Gang Starr,
Black Flag,
Suicide,
Glenn Branca,
The Remains,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.