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 Grenada and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 The Pretty Things to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
Davy DMX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
Buzzcocks,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed,
Glenn Branca,
Wire,
Lindisfarne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pagans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warsaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lightning Bolt,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young,
Boredoms,
Accadde A,
Unwound,
Ultravox,
The Invisible,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Isaac Hayes,
L. Decosne,
Black Flag,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Enemy,
Alison Limerick,
Rotary Connection,
Easy Going,
Iggy Pop,
The Raincoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Moon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Style,
Jeff Mills,
Barbara Tucker,
Prince Buster,
B.T. Express,
Supertramp,
The American Breed,
Ronnie Foster,
H. Thieme,
Ponytail,
La Düsseldorf,
LL Cool J,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Litter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tim Buckley,
Nico,
Mr. Review,
Echospace,
Minny Pops,
Nas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.