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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Popol Vuh,
Con Funk Shun,
Make Up,
Spandau Ballet,
Toni Rubio,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Laurel Aitken,
Shuggie Otis,
Tubeway Army,
Basic Channel,
Angry Samoans,
The Young Rascals,
Neu!,
Adolescents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June of 44,
Gang Starr,
The Index,
June Days,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Excepter,
Technova,
Man Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Duran Duran,
Sam Rivers,
Tommy Roe,
The Move,
Q65,
Mantronix,
the Normal,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moody Blues,
Quadrant,
The Cure,
Grey Daturas,
Absolute Body Control,
The Remains,
Minutemen,
The Fuzztones,
Swans,
Black Moon,
The Gap Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Au Pairs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Count Five,
Boz Scaggs,
The Skatalites,
Eurythmics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minny Pops,
Kerrie Biddell,
FM Einheit,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul Sonic Force,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.