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 Greece and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tom Boy to the crunk 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Lynne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quando Quango,
F. McDonald,
Deakin,
Ice-T,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reuben Wilson,
Nirvana,
Urselle,
The Misunderstood,
Eli Mardock,
Subhumans,
The Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Brass Construction,
Skriet,
Eve St. Jones,
FM Einheit,
Franke,
The Sound,
cv313,
Freddie Wadling,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smiths,
T. Rex,
The Pretty Things,
These Immortal Souls,
DNA,
Black Sheep,
The Kinks,
The Gap Band,
Barbara Tucker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Suicide,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Icehouse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
The American Breed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joy Division,
Peter & Gordon,
Alton Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Popol Vuh,
Neu!,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Görl,
Metal Thangz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.