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 Kyrgyzstan and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lou Reed to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Motions,
Underground Resistance,
Ornette Coleman,
Massinfluence,
Altered Images,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonic Youth,
Aswad,
Howard Jones,
World's Most,
Fear,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young,
Motorama,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fortunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gap Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Pagans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
DJ Style,
Lalann,
Gabor Szabo,
Grauzone,
Kurtis Blow,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
The Smoke,
Joensuu 1685,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Searchers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funkadelic,
Slick Rick,
Godley & Creme,
Buzzcocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Hill,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maurizio,
Vainqueur,
Scrapy,
Max Romeo,
Sällskapet,
Pere Ubu,
X-Ray Spex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Real Kids,
Whodini,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.