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 Rwanda and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Accadde A,
Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Magma,
Agitation Free,
Angry Samoans,
The Offenders,
AZ,
The Residents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eden Ahbez,
The J.B.'s,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nils Olav,
Judy Mowatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fatback Band,
Bauhaus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantytec,
Masters at Work,
Adolescents,
Rakim,
Television,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minor Threat,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Sneak,
Fela Kuti,
Black Pus,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Near,
Unwound,
Fad Gadget,
Nico,
Suicide,
Lebanon Hanover,
Byron Stingily,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pet Shop Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Tears for Fears,
Bush Tetras,
Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Y Pants,
Quadrant,
the Germs,
Sun Ra,
The Zeros,
Henry Cow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deadbeat,
Howard Jones,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.