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 Vietnam and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 David McCallum to the punk 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Intrusion,
Eve St. Jones,
Fat Boys,
Boredoms,
Blossom Toes,
Brothers Johnson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül II,
The Skatalites,
Al Stewart,
Gichy Dan,
Reagan Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Television Personalities,
Sandy B,
Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Josef K,
MC5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bob Dylan,
The Vogues,
Siglo XX,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Adolescents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Star Department,
Grey Daturas,
Subhumans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
The Seeds,
Malaria!,
Ice-T,
The Evens,
Banda Bassotti,
Arcadia,
Eurythmics,
Carl Craig,
Soulsonic Force,
Marmalade,
Grauzone,
Massinfluence,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris & Cosey,
Fela Kuti,
Wasted Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yellowson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.