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 Gambia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Al Stewart to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Kurtis Blow,
Maleditus Sound,
Oneida,
U.S. Maple,
Newcleus,
Marmalade,
Scrapy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Howard Jones,
Urselle,
The Blues Magoos,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
Bronski Beat,
Sister Nancy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ice-T,
Jeff Mills,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camouflage,
Piero Umiliani,
The Happenings,
Skaos,
Rosa Yemen,
Thee Headcoats,
The Residents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül II,
Radiohead,
the Fania All-Stars,
Motorama,
Byron Stingily,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments,
The Leaves,
Agent Orange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gap Band,
Cymande,
The Doors,
T. Rex,
Scion,
The Golliwogs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Carl Craig,
Aloha Tigers,
Leonard Cohen,
Make Up,
The Searchers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
OOIOO,
Jacques Brel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronan,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.