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 Gambia and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Leaves to the punk 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
the Normal,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Enemy,
Underground Resistance,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stiv Bators,
Youth Brigade,
cv313,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The American Breed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxy Music,
June Days,
The Gun Club,
The Doors,
Magazine,
Tommy Roe,
The Names,
Dave Gahan,
Maurizio,
DJ Sneak,
Crooked Eye,
Cymande,
Rites of Spring,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deadbeat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neu!,
June of 44,
The New Christs,
Kerri Chandler,
The Durutti Column,
Black Pus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nas,
kango's stein massive,
The Monks,
Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barrington Levy,
Peter & Gordon,
Niagra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Hill,
The Smiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Teasers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.