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 Australia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Mars to the grime 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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Suicide,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pulsallama,
LL Cool J,
the Normal,
Marvin Gaye,
Eve St. Jones,
New York Dolls,
Fugazi,
Max Romeo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funky Four + One,
Sight & Sound,
the Slits,
John Coltrane,
The Doors,
Fear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
The Tremeloes,
Angry Samoans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ken Boothe,
Minny Pops,
kango's stein massive,
Black Sheep,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Al Stewart,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Teasers,
Eric Copeland,
New Order,
Wally Richardson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Popol Vuh,
The Grass Roots,
Traffic Nightmare,
K-Klass,
Quando Quango,
Excepter,
Faraquet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marmalade,
Scion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amazonics,
Can,
Blossom Toes,
Fat Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Hashim,
Organ,
Carl Craig,
World's Most,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Wells,
Toni Rubio,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.