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 Portugal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lakeside to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 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 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monolake,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Dennis Brown,
Echospace,
Franke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liliput,
Funkadelic,
New Age Steppers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gap Band,
Pulsallama,
H. Thieme,
Scion,
Fatback Band,
The Human League,
The Move,
Wire,
the Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deakin,
The Count Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Archie Shepp,
Excepter,
Gang of Four,
Eric Dolphy,
Morten Harket,
Althea and Donna,
Bob Dylan,
Vainqueur,
Cybotron,
Mo-Dettes,
Section 25,
Pantytec,
The Barracudas,
Television,
The Knickerbockers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Smooth,
Average White Band,
Faraquet,
Half Japanese,
The Doors,
John Lydon,
D'Angelo,
Bronski Beat,
Outsiders,
Donny Hathaway,
Tomorrow,
DNA,
Niagra,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.