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 Mozambique and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Letta Mbulu to the grime 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Victims,
Underground Resistance,
Depeche Mode,
Skarface,
Amon Düül II,
The Knickerbockers,
Easy Going,
Wasted Youth,
Animal Collective,
Joe Smooth,
The Gap Band,
The Pretty Things,
Arthur Verocai,
Nirvana,
Pere Ubu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nik Kershaw,
Silicon Teens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Surgeon,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Mills,
Pantytec,
Kas Product,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
KRS-One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Make Up,
Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Patti Smith,
New Age Steppers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Dolphy,
The Litter,
Bluetip,
Ossler,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
K-Klass,
David McCallum,
Shuggie Otis,
Shoche,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ten City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hasil Adkins,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slits,
The Kinks,
Glenn Branca,
Deadbeat,
Rufus Thomas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.