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 Ukraine and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Judy Mowatt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantaleimon,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül,
Roger Hodgson,
Glenn Branca,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Wyatt,
Eden Ahbez,
Marine Girls,
Animal Collective,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Depeche Mode,
Sister Nancy,
Can,
Rufus Thomas,
Grauzone,
K-Klass,
Bill Near,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA,
The Stooges,
Procol Harum,
Half Japanese,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bush Tetras,
Scratch Acid,
Jacques Brel,
Drexciya,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heaven 17,
Black Pus,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Motorama,
The Five Americans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Move,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soulsonic Force,
David McCallum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Organ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kaleidoscope,
Lungfish,
The Happenings,
Yaz,
Bobby Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.