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 Togo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bar-Kays to the rap 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Brick,
Sex Pistols,
The Evens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Grass Roots,
World's Most,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Smog,
Thee Headcoats,
Newcleus,
Grauzone,
Unwound,
Underground Resistance,
Lyres,
Bob Dylan,
The Invisible,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dave Gahan,
The Searchers,
The Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radio Birdman,
The Last Poets,
Shuggie Otis,
Masters at Work,
Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Slits,
Easy Going,
Nico,
Marcia Griffiths,
Main Source,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ornette Coleman,
Minutemen,
Hardrive,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker,
Josef K,
10cc,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tears for Fears,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mandrill,
Derrick Morgan,
David Axelrod,
Radiohead,
The Gun Club,
Youth Brigade,
E-Dancer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sight & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Janne Schatter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.