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 Paraguay and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Funkadelic to the punk 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a spring reverb 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Oneida,
Nas,
Archie Shepp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Trumans Water,
David Bowie,
Ice-T,
Motorama,
Dave Gahan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anakelly,
Jerry's Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
Groovy Waters,
Brass Construction,
Theoretical Girls,
Minor Threat,
B.T. Express,
Pierre Henry,
Darondo,
The Cowsills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doors,
Ossler,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Starr,
Rakim,
Deakin,
Jacob Miller,
Bronski Beat,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Letta Mbulu,
June Days,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
Ponytail,
Sonny Sharrock,
Althea and Donna,
The Smoke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barry Ungar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erykah Badu,
Circle Jerks,
Skaos,
Q and Not U,
Camberwell Now,
Fear,
Sex Pistols,
Minutemen,
Matthew Halsall,
Average White Band,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.