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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Dennis Brown to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Kool Moe Dee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronnie Foster,
Lucky Dragons,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Basic Channel,
The Velvet Underground,
Aswad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pet Shop Boys,
Second Layer,
The Beau Brummels,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Evens,
Josef K,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cecil Taylor,
Yellowson,
The Buckinghams,
Jandek,
Byron Stingily,
Altered Images,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moby Grape,
Dawn Penn,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Hill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Japan,
ABC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Morten Harket,
Toni Rubio,
Eli Mardock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Litter,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cowsills,
Janne Schatter,
Lindisfarne,
Das Ding,
Minor Threat,
The American Breed,
the Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visage,
Soft Machine,
Audionom,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.