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 Croatia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Dennis Brown to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young,
48th St. Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quando Quango,
Crispy Ambulance,
Michelle Simonal,
Dead Boys,
K-Klass,
Blake Baxter,
Brick,
Junior Murvin,
Don Cherry,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultravox,
Monolake,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül II,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unwound,
The Gories,
Zapp,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronnie Foster,
ABC,
Scion,
Spandau Ballet,
Letta Mbulu,
Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pussy Galore,
The Last Poets,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Offenders,
Wire,
JFA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mad Mike,
Faraquet,
Black Sheep,
Groovy Waters,
the Swans,
Interpol,
The Count Five,
Deadbeat,
Black Pus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Graham Central Station,
Trumans Water,
Minutemen,
Nils Olav,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.