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 Turkmenistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cheater Slicks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Godley & Creme,
The Fall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick May,
F. McDonald,
Interpol,
Mo-Dettes,
Smog,
ABBA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Guru Guru,
Tim Buckley,
Alice Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Junior Murvin,
Lyres,
Joyce Sims,
Anthony Braxton,
The Remains,
Eurythmics,
Suicide,
John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Malaria!,
EPMD,
Infiniti,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Womack,
The Human League,
Japan,
T.S.O.L.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang On A Can,
Susan Cadogan,
Ludus,
Gang Starr,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
cv313,
Youth Brigade,
The Golliwogs,
Pantaleimon,
Nas,
Babytalk,
Mantronix,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lightning Bolt,
Half Japanese,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harmonia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Parrish,
The Slackers,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Terry,
Pere Ubu,
Liliput,
John Holt,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.