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 Cameroon and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jacques Brel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Subhumans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter & Gordon,
Dorothy Ashby,
EPMD,
JFA,
Nirvana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slick Rick,
Al Stewart,
The Cramps,
Chris Corsano,
Cal Tjader,
Sun City Girls,
AZ,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magma,
Thee Headcoats,
Ten City,
Joey Negro,
Intrusion,
Alton Ellis,
cv313,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Hood,
Crooked Eye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Hill,
Sixth Finger,
The Mummies,
Aloha Tigers,
Can,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fad Gadget,
Nils Olav,
a-ha,
Soul II Soul,
China Crisis,
F. McDonald,
Roger Hodgson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arab on Radar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Popol Vuh,
Stiv Bators,
Faust,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.