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 San Marino and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Unrelated Segments to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Yellowson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
FM Einheit,
Masters at Work,
Bill Wells,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gun Club,
Bob Dylan,
Shoche,
Alphaville,
Janne Schatter,
Althea and Donna,
James White and The Blacks,
The Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
The Angels of Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Jacob Miller,
Mandrill,
10cc,
Funkadelic,
Alison Limerick,
Gang of Four,
New Age Steppers,
L. Decosne,
Malaria!,
Niagra,
Derrick May,
Sight & Sound,
The Trojans,
Ponytail,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Neon Judgement,
Cal Tjader,
Warren Ellis,
Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Bush Tetras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dead Boys,
Patti Smith,
Kas Product,
Excepter,
Robert Wyatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June Days,
Underground Resistance,
Oblivians,
Japan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scientists,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.