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 Uruguay and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Aswad to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Kerrie Biddell,
The United States of America,
Sparks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronan,
Grauzone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Skatalites,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Byron Stingily,
Grey Daturas,
The Kinks,
Surgeon,
The Real Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare,
Country Teasers,
Q and Not U,
Slave,
Letta Mbulu,
Television Personalities,
Black Pus,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dead C,
The Smiths,
Ten City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tom Boy,
Bang On A Can,
Connie Case,
10cc,
Vladislav Delay,
Barrington Levy,
Masters at Work,
Bill Wells,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Görl,
Lucky Dragons,
Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Joy Division,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Yaz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
OOIOO,
Erykah Badu,
Youth Brigade,
Main Source,
New York Dolls,
Interpol,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.