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 Portugal and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 Durutti Column to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
CMW,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül II,
The Velvet Underground,
Babytalk,
Kerri Chandler,
Charles Mingus,
Duran Duran,
Blossom Toes,
Pussy Galore,
The Gun Club,
Spoonie Gee,
Schoolly D,
Pantytec,
Jeff Lynne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amazonics,
Hoover,
Nils Olav,
Buzzcocks,
Half Japanese,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Five Americans,
Jerry's Kids,
the Human League,
Vainqueur,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Subhumans,
The Skatalites,
Average White Band,
Ituana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Japan,
Neil Young,
Intrusion,
U.S. Maple,
Lightning Bolt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Outsiders,
Section 25,
The Happenings,
Guru Guru,
Malaria!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lucky Dragons,
The Invisible,
Kevin Saunderson,
FM Einheit,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swell Maps,
Zero Boys,
The Music Machine,
The Doors,
the Normal,
the Bar-Kays,
The Neon Judgement,
Con Funk Shun,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visage,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.