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 Israel and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barry Ungar to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
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,
The Shadows of Knight,
The J.B.'s,
The Vogues,
Fugazi,
Bill Wells,
Ponytail,
Mantronix,
Todd Terry,
Reuben Wilson,
Agitation Free,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Juan Atkins,
Sister Nancy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Misunderstood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oblivians,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kayak,
The Black Dice,
Davy DMX,
Average White Band,
Section 25,
Nils Olav,
Y Pants,
Aural Exciters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eli Mardock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Kinks,
Bobby Byrd,
Massinfluence,
The Smiths,
Mad Mike,
Absolute Body Control,
the Normal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Cecil Taylor,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sonics,
the Association,
Althea and Donna,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Martian,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Bourne,
Connie Case,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Lynne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stetsasonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
UT,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.