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 Tuvalu and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hoover to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Babytalk,
Nils Olav,
Minutemen,
Dual Sessions,
Kas Product,
Outsiders,
Derrick Morgan,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Hill,
Tears for Fears,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
Howard Jones,
Basic Channel,
Siglo XX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Steve Hackett,
8 Eyed Spy,
Model 500,
Marvin Gaye,
the Bar-Kays,
MC5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare,
Suicide,
Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zero Boys,
Cameo,
Banda Bassotti,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pretty Things,
Public Enemy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalann,
Quando Quango,
Saccharine Trust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wings,
Althea and Donna,
The Count Five,
Ken Boothe,
Surgeon,
Camouflage,
Newcleus,
The Music Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Christie,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.