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 Nicaragua and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Aloha Tigers to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
John Lydon,
Boredoms,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacob Miller,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rod Modell,
Ice-T,
Pussy Galore,
Barrington Levy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Al Stewart,
Eve St. Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suicide,
Visage,
Schoolly D,
Mantronix,
Hashim,
Godley & Creme,
Dennis Brown,
Thee Headcoats,
Connie Case,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barry Ungar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Five Americans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Mary Jane Girls,
June of 44,
Rosa Yemen,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MDC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sight & Sound,
The Index,
Slick Rick,
Harry Pussy,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Hood,
Skarface,
Blake Baxter,
DNA,
U.S. Maple,
kango's stein massive,
Ultravox,
Dual Sessions,
Morten Harket,
The Cure,
the Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Newcleus,
Little Man,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.