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 Djibouti and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bang On A Can to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
La Düsseldorf,
Alton Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rosa Yemen,
This Heat,
Terry Callier,
Wings,
Henry Cow,
Kurtis Blow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric B and Rakim,
The United States of America,
Black Sheep,
Davy DMX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Royal Trux,
Television Personalities,
Connie Case,
Average White Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Lower 48,
Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Negative Approach,
ABBA,
Idris Muhammad,
Barry Ungar,
MDC,
Max Romeo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siglo XX,
Robert Görl,
Rekid,
The Monks,
Altered Images,
The Vogues,
Model 500,
The Slackers,
B.T. Express,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Von Mondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yellowson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxy Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reagan Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Young Marble Giants,
The Residents,
Panda Bear,
Mad Mike,
Country Teasers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.