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 Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Procol Harum to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Toni Rubio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dawn Penn,
Accadde A,
Scion,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pretty Things,
Mission of Burma,
Public Enemy,
Wire,
Hardrive,
The Black Dice,
Josef K,
Tommy Roe,
Warren Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Tubeway Army,
Al Stewart,
Yellowson,
Country Teasers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quadrant,
Minutemen,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cure,
The Names,
Lindisfarne,
June Days,
Sonic Youth,
Shoche,
Jimmy McGriff,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Remains,
Cybotron,
Pantaleimon,
Kool Moe Dee,
FM Einheit,
Marc Almond,
Anthony Braxton,
Blossom Toes,
Alison Limerick,
Donald Byrd,
Slave,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mummies,
F. McDonald,
Whodini,
Vainqueur,
Swell Maps,
Sixth Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Rod Modell,
PIL,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.