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 Australia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grunge 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Y Pants,
Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rekid,
Negative Approach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smoke,
Delta 5,
F. McDonald,
Joensuu 1685,
Erykah Badu,
Con Funk Shun,
Blossom Toes,
Rapeman,
The United States of America,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zero Boys,
Model 500,
Groovy Waters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nirvana,
Franke,
Camouflage,
Newcleus,
Eve St. Jones,
The Stooges,
Aural Exciters,
Neu!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter and Kerry,
Angry Samoans,
Sugar Minott,
Monks,
Motorama,
Sällskapet,
The Leaves,
World's Most,
Rotary Connection,
Vainqueur,
Darondo,
Janne Schatter,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang of Four,
Connie Case,
U.S. Maple,
Yazoo,
Robert Görl,
New Order,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Animal Collective,
Chrome,
Moss Icon,
cv313,
The Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.