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 Andorra and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Skarface to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Bowie,
New Age Steppers,
David McCallum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry's Kids,
Oneida,
Rapeman,
Stetsasonic,
JFA,
Gang of Four,
Grauzone,
The Fall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Urselle,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gories,
Barbara Tucker,
Danielle Patucci,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Misunderstood,
Sun City Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Ice-T,
Banda Bassotti,
Symarip,
Al Stewart,
Visage,
Kayak,
Masters at Work,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Germs,
The Blues Magoos,
48th St. Collective,
Scientists,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scan 7,
Wire,
Faraquet,
the Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rotary Connection,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Sneak,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Bar-Kays,
Amazonics,
R.M.O.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pierre Henry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anthony Braxton,
Albert Ayler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.