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 Cape Verde and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Heaven 17 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Spoonie Gee,
John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fugs,
Iggy Pop,
Marcia Griffiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Fraelich,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cymande,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
Magazine,
Laurel Aitken,
New York Dolls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Mills,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monochrome Set,
Marmalade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Amazonics,
Accadde A,
Idris Muhammad,
EPMD,
Banda Bassotti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bush Tetras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Whodini,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Wake,
Brand Nubian,
X-102,
The Gun Club,
Gang Green,
The Offenders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Lynne,
Hardrive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Urselle,
Marine Girls,
Loose Ends,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
K-Klass,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.