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 Georgia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Groovy Waters to the rap 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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Japan,
June Days,
Guru Guru,
Minny Pops,
Warren Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
Livin' Joy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hardrive,
The J.B.'s,
Saccharine Trust,
The Barracudas,
Kenny Larkin,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Moss Icon,
Harmonia,
The Smoke,
Mandrill,
Little Man,
Faraquet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Rapeman,
Amazonics,
Interpol,
Kurtis Blow,
Second Layer,
Rakim,
UT,
Man Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
The Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
Mars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
Animal Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers,
T.S.O.L.,
Loose Ends,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Massinfluence,
Magma,
The Pretty Things,
Jawbox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Au Pairs,
Yazoo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thee Headcoats,
Cal Tjader,
Stiv Bators,
Lindisfarne,
Rotary Connection,
Dorothy Ashby,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Raincoats,
Junior Murvin,
Supertramp,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.