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 Maldives and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Infiniti to the grime 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro 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 All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Funkadelic,
Scan 7,
Au Pairs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Y Pants,
Bootsy Collins,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Second Layer,
Main Source,
Eric Copeland,
The Wake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faust,
China Crisis,
The Angels of Light,
MDC,
Wire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ossler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minnie Riperton,
Eurythmics,
Arab on Radar,
R.M.O.,
The Young Rascals,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Supertramp,
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO,
Lakeside,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Axelrod,
Mandrill,
Royal Trux,
Absolute Body Control,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quantec,
Shoche,
Zero Boys,
F. McDonald,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Fraelich,
ABC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Henry Cow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
MC5,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dave Gahan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dawn Penn,
Procol Harum,
Circle Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
Icehouse,
Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.