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 Senegal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eddi Front to the grime 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nas,
Talk Talk,
Don Cherry,
the Bar-Kays,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Country Teasers,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Golliwogs,
Lakeside,
The Gories,
Technova,
Sarah Menescal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Patti Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Womack,
The Mummies,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick May,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
Rotary Connection,
The Seeds,
L. Decosne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Bowie,
Icehouse,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Cale,
Sparks,
The Misunderstood,
Babytalk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Clear Light,
The Cowsills,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Sonics,
Second Layer,
Josef K,
Kevin Saunderson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brick,
Black Sheep,
Quando Quango,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Hill,
Deadbeat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Zeros,
Roxette,
The Dead C,
Agent Orange,
Hashim,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.