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 Kuwait and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Jacob Miller to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Schoolly D,
The Mummies,
The Seeds,
Pole,
Sight & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sandy B,
Smog,
Sam Rivers,
Minor Threat,
Agitation Free,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crooked Eye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tears for Fears,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Last Poets,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Inner City,
Amon Düül,
Bluetip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Graham Central Station,
Magazine,
Yellowson,
Robert Wyatt,
PIL,
Tomorrow,
Rekid,
The Alarm Clocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Trumans Water,
The Golliwogs,
Gabor Szabo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anthony Braxton,
Pierre Henry,
Technova,
Rotary Connection,
The Names,
Tommy Roe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang On A Can,
Qualms,
Angry Samoans,
Bush Tetras,
Half Japanese,
Aaron Thompson,
Funkadelic,
U.S. Maple,
Malaria!,
Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.