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 Cyprus and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Organ to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Subhumans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Camouflage,
Bush Tetras,
The Misunderstood,
Minny Pops,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yazoo,
Eli Mardock,
Ice-T,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fluxion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boredoms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boz Scaggs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
OOIOO,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Mills,
June of 44,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Kayak,
Albert Ayler,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delta 5,
Fugazi,
The Move,
Public Enemy,
Nirvana,
Todd Terry,
Lalann,
Man Parrish,
K-Klass,
Interpol,
The Skatalites,
Organ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eddi Front,
Half Japanese,
Ultra Naté,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Royal Trux,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sällskapet,
48th St. Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Shoche,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.