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 Costa Rica and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Raincoats,
The Doors,
Oblivians,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonic Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crash Course in Science,
Godley & Creme,
Arcadia,
Lakeside,
Accadde A,
Tom Boy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ten City,
Cecil Taylor,
The Birthday Party,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed,
The Zeros,
Ultravox,
Gerry Rafferty,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alton Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Grass Roots,
Khruangbin,
Aural Exciters,
CMW,
Joy Division,
Tres Demented,
Subhumans,
Robert Görl,
The Names,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quantec,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moody Blues,
The Gun Club,
the Human League,
Soul II Soul,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blancmange,
Cymande,
Scan 7,
In Retrospect,
Marc Almond,
The Evens,
Heaven 17,
Idris Muhammad,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.