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 Latvia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Gastr Del Sol to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Lou Reed,
Dual Sessions,
Aswad,
La Düsseldorf,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun City Girls,
E-Dancer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scientists,
Make Up,
Fugazi,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Pus,
Black Flag,
Sex Pistols,
Alice Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Sällskapet,
Lindisfarne,
Ken Boothe,
Nas,
Jerry's Kids,
Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Young Rascals,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young,
Absolute Body Control,
Radio Birdman,
Mo-Dettes,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Vogues,
Patti Smith,
Magma,
Joyce Sims,
One Last Wish,
Radiohead,
David McCallum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers,
Malaria!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Sheep,
Ultravox,
Niagra,
Basic Channel,
Glenn Branca,
Piero Umiliani,
48th St. Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Near,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.