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 Latvia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Circle Jerks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Marc Almond,
The Young Rascals,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Make Up,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suburban Knight,
Metal Thangz,
The Invisible,
The Black Dice,
Oblivians,
The Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Iggy Pop,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mark Hollis,
Kaleidoscope,
Neu!,
Freddie Wadling,
Q65,
Whodini,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mummies,
Quadrant,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Absolute Body Control,
Scan 7,
The Residents,
Terry Callier,
Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
F. McDonald,
Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pussy Galore,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pretty Things,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Green,
Youth Brigade,
Trumans Water,
Nils Olav,
The Gun Club,
Qualms,
K-Klass,
Minutemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Warren Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monks,
Franke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.