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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the crunk 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Junior Murvin,
The Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Talk Talk,
Hashim,
Pylon,
June of 44,
Roxy Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Freddie Wadling,
Quando Quango,
Vladislav Delay,
The Neon Judgement,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Rundgren,
Aural Exciters,
Don Cherry,
Morten Harket,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joensuu 1685,
Brothers Johnson,
Radio Birdman,
John Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slackers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sex Pistols,
Lower 48,
Bush Tetras,
ABBA,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Human League,
Drexciya,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Misunderstood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ponytail,
Quadrant,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slits,
Agitation Free,
X-102,
Carl Craig,
The Skatalites,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Au Pairs,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.