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 Fiji and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Interpol to the disco 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Cecil Taylor,
Yusef Lateef,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Modern Lovers,
Ken Boothe,
Black Moon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Divine Comedy,
Duran Duran,
Mars,
Alison Limerick,
Talk Talk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lindisfarne,
Amazonics,
The Gun Club,
Con Funk Shun,
The Black Dice,
Vladislav Delay,
Grauzone,
Erasure,
The Kinks,
Bauhaus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delta 5,
Rhythm & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Warren Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül,
Heaven 17,
Basic Channel,
David Bowie,
The Beau Brummels,
Hot Snakes,
Qualms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sight & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter & Gordon,
a-ha,
Inner City,
Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronnie Foster,
The Red Krayola,
Prince Buster,
Suicide,
Hasil Adkins,
Schoolly D,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gladiators,
Godley & Creme,
FM Einheit,
Slick Rick,
The Doors,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.