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 United Kingdom and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cecil Taylor to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fall,
Mary Jane Girls,
The American Breed,
Clear Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Copeland,
Fela Kuti,
Hardrive,
The Standells,
Gong,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Little Man,
Crash Course in Science,
John Lydon,
the Human League,
Basic Channel,
Laurel Aitken,
X-Ray Spex,
Qualms,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slits,
Loose Ends,
Black Pus,
Davy DMX,
Deepchord,
Zero Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tom Boy,
The Knickerbockers,
Grauzone,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delta 5,
Grey Daturas,
Gang of Four,
Tres Demented,
Blake Baxter,
Minutemen,
Symarip,
Von Mondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ponytail,
Todd Terry,
Ken Boothe,
Danielle Patucci,
Slick Rick,
Rekid,
The Moody Blues,
Average White Band,
Icehouse,
Tears for Fears,
Funky Four + One,
MC5,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.