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 Sierra Leone and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Suburban Knight to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Steve Hackett,
Aswad,
Drexciya,
Stiv Bators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monks,
June Days,
David Axelrod,
The Residents,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crash Course in Science,
B.T. Express,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Isaac Hayes,
The Saints,
Zero Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Amazonics,
Nils Olav,
Gabor Szabo,
Ken Boothe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New York Dolls,
Radiohead,
Crispian St. Peters,
Parry Music,
Minny Pops,
The Dirtbombs,
Anakelly,
Jawbox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Symarip,
Warren Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Davy DMX,
The Sonics,
Motorama,
Arab on Radar,
Talk Talk,
Yaz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Music Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siglo XX,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dead C,
Gang of Four,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.