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 Lebanon and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brothers Johnson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Busters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smiths,
Donald Byrd,
Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Subhumans,
Q and Not U,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Au Pairs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alison Limerick,
Byron Stingily,
T.S.O.L.,
Jawbox,
Sugar Minott,
Shuggie Otis,
Accadde A,
Japan,
Cecil Taylor,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Stooges,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
The Durutti Column,
Magma,
Simply Red,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hot Snakes,
Royal Trux,
L. Decosne,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Birthday Party,
Ronnie Foster,
Nas,
Brass Construction,
Circle Jerks,
Minutemen,
Fugazi,
Schoolly D,
Ronan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crash Course in Science,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Technova,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun City Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James White and The Blacks,
Guru Guru,
E-Dancer,
Little Man,
Suicide,
Don Cherry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Litter,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.