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 Norway and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Sparks to the rock 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Deakin,
Tubeway Army,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cybotron,
Amazonics,
The Toasters,
Black Bananas,
Yellowson,
Arthur Verocai,
Shuggie Otis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gabor Szabo,
Monolake,
Adolescents,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moleskins,
The Index,
Donald Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Marvin Gaye,
The Selecter,
Funky Four + One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vladislav Delay,
The Velvet Underground,
Scan 7,
Black Flag,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultra Naté,
Lungfish,
Sonic Youth,
Agitation Free,
Silicon Teens,
Quadrant,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boredoms,
Procol Harum,
Rakim,
Babytalk,
FM Einheit,
Theoretical Girls,
Cluster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The United States of America,
New York Dolls,
the Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Carl Craig,
Smog,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smoke,
R.M.O.,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.