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 Chile and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Mummies to the punk 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Porter Ricks,
These Immortal Souls,
One Last Wish,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare,
The Doors,
Groovy Waters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultra Naté,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalann,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Wake,
B.T. Express,
The Residents,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers,
Drexciya,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pylon,
PIL,
Faust,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Misunderstood,
Agitation Free,
The Slackers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ossler,
the Slits,
Tubeway Army,
Q and Not U,
Jandek,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rapeman,
Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra,
Radiohead,
Janne Schatter,
The Monochrome Set,
Royal Trux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fela Kuti,
Tres Demented,
Smog,
Negative Approach,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Remains,
Pole,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Bananas,
Roxy Music,
Bauhaus,
John Lydon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.