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 Fiji and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Blues Magoos to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 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?
Gichy Dan,
X-101,
Mission of Burma,
Newcleus,
Mandrill,
cv313,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers,
Harry Pussy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
kango's stein massive,
Godley & Creme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camouflage,
The Skatalites,
June of 44,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cameo,
Radiohead,
Funkadelic,
ABC,
Index,
KRS-One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eddi Front,
Minutemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Symarip,
The Real Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Franke,
Half Japanese,
Soulsonic Force,
Parry Music,
Piero Umiliani,
Pussy Galore,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Panda Bear,
The J.B.'s,
Cecil Taylor,
K-Klass,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Livin' Joy,
This Heat,
Agent Orange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grauzone,
The New Christs,
Funky Four + One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June Days,
Q65,
Todd Rundgren,
Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Flag,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joey Negro,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.