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 Honduras and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aural Exciters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Minor Threat,
Archie Shepp,
Kaleidoscope,
Marine Girls,
Pulsallama,
Moebius,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Womack,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Halsall,
Yellowson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Newcleus,
Carl Craig,
Joyce Sims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bauhaus,
Donny Hathaway,
Scrapy,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Theoretical Girls,
Prince Buster,
The Index,
Neil Young,
Mo-Dettes,
Deadbeat,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dave Gahan,
Interpol,
D'Angelo,
Erasure,
Agitation Free,
Crash Course in Science,
cv313,
David Bowie,
Mandrill,
Agent Orange,
Subhumans,
Soft Cell,
Skarface,
The Cramps,
Panda Bear,
Alison Limerick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Velvet Underground,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nico,
Magazine,
Essential Logic,
Magma,
Tim Buckley,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gichy Dan,
Stiv Bators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.