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 Yemen and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Gang Starr to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Siglo XX,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacob Miller,
Oblivians,
Skriet,
DNA,
The Busters,
Ken Boothe,
Country Teasers,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MC5,
Byron Stingily,
Monks,
Ultra Naté,
Grauzone,
Blancmange,
Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Dave Gahan,
The Fortunes,
Sandy B,
Josef K,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pere Ubu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mars,
T.S.O.L.,
China Crisis,
The J.B.'s,
Mantronix,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Germs,
The Moleskins,
Arthur Verocai,
The Offenders,
JFA,
Robert Görl,
Tommy Roe,
Alton Ellis,
The Associates,
Delon & Dalcan,
Altered Images,
Man Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Echospace,
The Move,
The Dead C,
Half Japanese,
Hardrive,
Sarah Menescal,
The Five Americans,
The Evens,
Marc Almond,
Peter & Gordon,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.