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 Chile and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Wire to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Soulsonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Liliput,
Trumans Water,
The Residents,
Banda Bassotti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Litter,
Barclay James Harvest,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hasil Adkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Holt,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul II Soul,
Ossler,
Mars,
Ituana,
The Evens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Desert Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Marmalade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yazoo,
The Monochrome Set,
The New Christs,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warren Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Pussy Galore,
Massinfluence,
Man Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
ABBA,
Wasted Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quando Quango,
Lakeside,
The Cramps,
Symarip,
10cc,
Deadbeat,
DJ Style,
Mantronix,
Country Teasers,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dennis Brown,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gabor Szabo,
The Stooges,
Das Ding,
The Fire Engines,
Suicide,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.