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 Argentina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Hasil Adkins to the rap 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 The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Hill,
Dennis Brown,
Fatback Band,
The Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nik Kershaw,
Davy DMX,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cameo,
Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
Shuggie Otis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deepchord,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Accadde A,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Angels of Light,
Sound Behaviour,
FM Einheit,
The Cramps,
Toni Rubio,
The Misunderstood,
Audionom,
The Trojans,
Danielle Patucci,
JFA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Babytalk,
Black Pus,
David McCallum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
The Saints,
F. McDonald,
Jawbox,
Boredoms,
World's Most,
Suburban Knight,
John Foxx,
Average White Band,
Talk Talk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Move,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Sonic Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monks,
Suicide,
Aaron Thompson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Make Up,
cv313,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris Corsano,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.