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 Afghanistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Marmalade to the dance 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Thee Headcoats,
The Skatalites,
Ornette Coleman,
Byron Stingily,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blues Magoos,
The Trojans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lindisfarne,
Aloha Tigers,
Excepter,
Shoche,
Cameo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stetsasonic,
The Fall,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül II,
Blake Baxter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spandau Ballet,
Cecil Taylor,
Essential Logic,
Marvin Gaye,
Nils Olav,
Terry Callier,
Public Enemy,
MC5,
DJ Sneak,
Maleditus Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Hashim,
Magma,
Deakin,
Pantytec,
H. Thieme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Livin' Joy,
Marmalade,
Jandek,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Animal Collective,
Josef K,
Michelle Simonal,
Schoolly D,
The Happenings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bad Manners,
Unrelated Segments,
Graham Central Station,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Organ,
K-Klass,
The Victims,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.