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 Ethiopia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Charles Mingus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Kas Product,
Barrington Levy,
Barry Ungar,
the Germs,
Fad Gadget,
the Bar-Kays,
John Cale,
Agent Orange,
Motorama,
Janne Schatter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Prince Buster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Womack,
Cameo,
Swans,
The Cure,
The Gladiators,
Parry Music,
The Star Department,
Lou Christie,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Halsall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smiths,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pulsallama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kayak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fortunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Panda Bear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool Moe Dee,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lightning Bolt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sound,
Moby Grape,
Joensuu 1685,
The Music Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blackbyrds,
Pagans,
Adolescents,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.