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 Laos and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 EPMD to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Von Mondo,
JFA,
Rakim,
The Count Five,
Deakin,
Oneida,
The Barracudas,
Oblivians,
Q65,
Byron Stingily,
Boredoms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Blake Baxter,
The Vogues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalann,
Graham Central Station,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Altered Images,
Crooked Eye,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moleskins,
Thompson Twins,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Isaac Hayes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun City Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultra Naté,
Masters at Work,
The Mummies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rapeman,
Ohio Players,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hashim,
Desert Stars,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Aaron Thompson,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra,
Dead Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
The Gap Band,
Nas,
Brick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.