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 Armenia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tres Demented to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Morten Harket,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Guru Guru,
Wire,
Little Man,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Grass Roots,
Dorothy Ashby,
Porter Ricks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warren Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker,
Eli Mardock,
The Doors,
Kas Product,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slackers,
Clear Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
the Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Skriet,
Faraquet,
The Standells,
Bauhaus,
cv313,
Swans,
Main Source,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liliput,
Average White Band,
DJ Style,
Al Stewart,
U.S. Maple,
The Golliwogs,
The Moleskins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
AZ,
Chrome,
Thee Headcoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Dolphy,
Boz Scaggs,
Sixth Finger,
Mantronix,
The Mummies,
Barry Ungar,
Severed Heads,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Vogues,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.