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 Qatar and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Buckinghams,
MC5,
Josef K,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drive Like Jehu,
June Days,
Deepchord,
Blossom Toes,
Zero Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Qualms,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smoke,
Index,
Excepter,
The Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Black Dice,
The Golliwogs,
Radio Birdman,
Eddi Front,
The Zeros,
DJ Style,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barbara Tucker,
Connie Case,
The Martian,
Freddie Wadling,
The Real Kids,
OOIOO,
Skarface,
Yusef Lateef,
Audionom,
Patti Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Minor Threat,
Nas,
Rekid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantytec,
The Doors,
Television,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Animal Collective,
Neu!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nils Olav,
Graham Central Station,
Silicon Teens,
kango's stein massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Angels of Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Wake,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.