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 Cambodia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Duran Duran to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Half Japanese 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 dance 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 808 and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
DJ Style,
The Wake,
Kurtis Blow,
Kayak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Guru Guru,
John Holt,
Roxette,
The Moleskins,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pop Group,
Niagra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marine Girls,
Prince Buster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Model 500,
The J.B.'s,
Cheater Slicks,
Pulsallama,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terry Callier,
Pylon,
Joe Smooth,
Faust,
FM Einheit,
Soul Sonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Toni Rubio,
Moss Icon,
Bang On A Can,
The Durutti Column,
Franke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
UT,
The Alarm Clocks,
DNA,
KRS-One,
Dark Day,
Angry Samoans,
David Axelrod,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Junior Murvin,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ralphi Rosario,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Outsiders,
ABC,
kango's stein massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boredoms,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.