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 Seychelles and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 CMW to the funk 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funkadelic,
Aural Exciters,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cluster,
Derrick Morgan,
Flipper,
Blancmange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pere Ubu,
Make Up,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ituana,
Au Pairs,
Rufus Thomas,
David Axelrod,
The Saints,
World's Most,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Names,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Near,
Eric Dolphy,
Outsiders,
Severed Heads,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
The Litter,
The Cowsills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lyres,
New Order,
The Sonics,
Liliput,
The United States of America,
X-Ray Spex,
Section 25,
Marvin Gaye,
Urselle,
John Coltrane,
the Swans,
E-Dancer,
Tommy Roe,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Eden Ahbez,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Sneak,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Normal,
Ponytail,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.