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 St Lucia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kayak to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
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,
The Human League,
Nirvana,
David Axelrod,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The United States of America,
Zapp,
Negative Approach,
the Swans,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Busters,
H. Thieme,
Severed Heads,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sight & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Suburban Knight,
EPMD,
Scion,
Half Japanese,
Index,
Bobby Womack,
X-101,
Thee Headcoats,
Magazine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Darondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shoche,
The Stooges,
The Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Sam Rivers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül,
The Grass Roots,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sällskapet,
China Crisis,
Slick Rick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Knickerbockers,
Rufus Thomas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Buckinghams,
James White and The Blacks,
Wally Richardson,
Television,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Fraelich,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Pus,
Bang On A Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Main Source,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.