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 Suriname and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Isaac Hayes to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a clarinet 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Piero Umiliani,
Mars,
Outsiders,
Jacob Miller,
Morten Harket,
The Martian,
Robert Hood,
Hardrive,
Althea and Donna,
Easy Going,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Smooth,
Scion,
Duran Duran,
Grey Daturas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siglo XX,
R.M.O.,
Arab on Radar,
Monks,
Aswad,
Maleditus Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moby Grape,
The Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
U.S. Maple,
James Chance & The Contortions,
One Last Wish,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Todd Terry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dark Day,
10cc,
Pylon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Clarke,
The Beau Brummels,
Boredoms,
Oblivians,
8 Eyed Spy,
Al Stewart,
Albert Ayler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barbara Tucker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Age Steppers,
ABBA,
Panda Bear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ten City,
The Golliwogs,
The Smoke,
Ultra Naté,
Interpol,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.