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 Jordan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aloha Tigers to the techno 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Susan Cadogan,
Letta Mbulu,
Nik Kershaw,
Ituana,
The Busters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Iggy Pop,
Byron Stingily,
In Retrospect,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry's Kids,
Moebius,
Amazonics,
Scan 7,
Outsiders,
Sight & Sound,
The Count Five,
Von Mondo,
Essential Logic,
DNA,
Sarah Menescal,
the Normal,
June Days,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris Corsano,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Seeds,
Easy Going,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moby Grape,
a-ha,
Model 500,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kayak,
Deakin,
Patti Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Womack,
R.M.O.,
Lakeside,
The Gladiators,
Warsaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Görl,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Groovy Waters,
Country Teasers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Five Americans,
Infiniti,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gun Club,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Interpol,
Au Pairs,
Soul II Soul,
Simply Red,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.