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 Congo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Albert Ayler,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Style,
FM Einheit,
Marc Almond,
Depeche Mode,
Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Joensuu 1685,
The Vogues,
CMW,
Babytalk,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra,
Junior Murvin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mr. Review,
Bill Wells,
Heaven 17,
Circle Jerks,
Au Pairs,
LL Cool J,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed,
The Invisible,
Dead Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Scientists,
The Cure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
China Crisis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maleditus Sound,
Y Pants,
Hoover,
Aural Exciters,
Harry Pussy,
Black Pus,
June Days,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Surgeon,
Kas Product,
Gang of Four,
Trumans Water,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Isaac Hayes,
Mo-Dettes,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.