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 Lesotho and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Amazonics to the funk 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Y Pants,
Barbara Tucker,
Steve Hackett,
Los Fastidios,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wings,
Deakin,
Morten Harket,
E-Dancer,
Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Buckinghams,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dead Boys,
FM Einheit,
Mary Jane Girls,
Khruangbin,
Slave,
Hot Snakes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Kinks,
Mo-Dettes,
Aural Exciters,
Joyce Sims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Derrick May,
DJ Sneak,
Reagan Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Young Marble Giants,
Cybotron,
The Misunderstood,
Porter Ricks,
Sister Nancy,
The Last Poets,
The Offenders,
Franke,
Gong,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Near,
Flamin' Groovies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Pus,
Maurizio,
The Toasters,
Yaz,
Blake Baxter,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Names,
Basic Channel,
The Techniques,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.