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 Honduras and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick Morgan,
Symarip,
Heaven 17,
Qualms,
Royal Trux,
Faust,
Pylon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scrapy,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul II Soul,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry's Kids,
Bad Manners,
John Holt,
Guru Guru,
the Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kayak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Vogues,
Hasil Adkins,
Angry Samoans,
Duran Duran,
The Associates,
Quando Quango,
Sonic Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
The Knickerbockers,
Gichy Dan,
Black Pus,
Bronski Beat,
Intrusion,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mojo Men,
Susan Cadogan,
The Misunderstood,
Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Vainqueur,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Jawbox,
The Litter,
Popol Vuh,
Judy Mowatt,
Mantronix,
Stetsasonic,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Archie Shepp,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.