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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Modern Lovers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Soul Sonic Force,
Henry Cow,
The Evens,
Byron Stingily,
The Black Dice,
Boredoms,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gories,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tears for Fears,
Pulsallama,
Lucky Dragons,
Funkadelic,
Sex Pistols,
Ronan,
Tommy Roe,
Yellowson,
Camouflage,
Patti Smith,
Fluxion,
Circle Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
X-102,
Excepter,
Schoolly D,
Arcadia,
The Fortunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minnie Riperton,
Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sixth Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Isaac Hayes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlback,
a-ha,
The Dave Clark Five,
China Crisis,
The Wake,
Severed Heads,
ABC,
La Düsseldorf,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Starr,
Kerrie Biddell,
Altered Images,
Lakeside,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Barracudas,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.