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 Kiribati and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gregory Isaacs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
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,
Juan Atkins,
Eurythmics,
D'Angelo,
Quadrant,
Max Romeo,
Deakin,
Reagan Youth,
MC5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rites of Spring,
Parry Music,
Quando Quango,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nik Kershaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Residents,
Hardrive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Excepter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terry Callier,
the Fania All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Malaria!,
Ronan,
Banda Bassotti,
the Germs,
The Slackers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Urselle,
Erykah Badu,
Hasil Adkins,
Kenny Larkin,
The Buckinghams,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pylon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Young Marble Giants,
The Zeros,
Radiohead,
The Tremeloes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultra Naté,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalann,
Ten City,
Ultravox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bob Dylan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kaleidoscope,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.