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 Niger and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Negative Approach to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Half Japanese,
Los Fastidios,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Make Up,
These Immortal Souls,
kango's stein massive,
One Last Wish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Bourne,
Albert Ayler,
Neu!,
David McCallum,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cheater Slicks,
The Buckinghams,
Tim Buckley,
The Dead C,
Brass Construction,
The Evens,
Jerry's Kids,
Rod Modell,
Bluetip,
Whodini,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Names,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blake Baxter,
Wasted Youth,
The Cramps,
The Birthday Party,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eddi Front,
Dawn Penn,
Model 500,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gong,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Sheep,
Electric Light Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
Chrome,
Excepter,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James White and The Blacks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Pus,
Joyce Sims,
Hardrive,
Arcadia,
Second Layer,
Shoche,
Lalann,
Mad Mike,
Metal Thangz,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.