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 Belize and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Donald Fagen 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 Silicon Teens to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Juan Atkins,
Aloha Tigers,
Joey Negro,
The Gladiators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
K-Klass,
Nick Fraelich,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Popol Vuh,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scientists,
Wings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aural Exciters,
Das Ding,
Blancmange,
Jacob Miller,
Buzzcocks,
Y Pants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fortunes,
In Retrospect,
Severed Heads,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Style,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harry Pussy,
Lightning Bolt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brothers Johnson,
Don Cherry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yaz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
The Dave Clark Five,
OOIOO,
Oneida,
Ornette Coleman,
Moss Icon,
Lyres,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quantec,
Sonic Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Finger,
Easy Going,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sixth Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Henry Cow,
The United States of America,
Spoonie Gee,
Marine Girls,
The Index,
a-ha,
Amon Düül II,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.