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 El Salvador and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the jazz 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Leonard Cohen,
Panda Bear,
DNA,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerri Chandler,
Nirvana,
Visage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blackbyrds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Smog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Malaria!,
Stereo Dub,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The United States of America,
Heaven 17,
Anthony Braxton,
Accadde A,
R.M.O.,
Q65,
Lindisfarne,
Gong,
Joensuu 1685,
Kaleidoscope,
Nas,
Bill Wells,
Byron Stingily,
Average White Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Kevin Saunderson,
In Retrospect,
Harry Pussy,
Mandrill,
John Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Yellowson,
Tears for Fears,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül II,
The Human League,
Dark Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Maleditus Sound,
Siglo XX,
The Sound,
a-ha,
John Foxx,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Near,
D'Angelo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
B.T. Express,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.