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 Somalia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 R.M.O. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Robert Hood,
Boredoms,
Sister Nancy,
June of 44,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Massinfluence,
The Music Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
D'Angelo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thompson Twins,
Jawbox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Interpol,
the Swans,
Moebius,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
PIL,
T. Rex,
Toni Rubio,
Wally Richardson,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Near,
U.S. Maple,
Pole,
Boogie Down Productions,
LL Cool J,
The Evens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Carl Craig,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra,
The Mummies,
The Busters,
the Human League,
The Standells,
Joe Finger,
Panda Bear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Duran Duran,
Gang Green,
The Cure,
The Toasters,
The Slackers,
Fluxion,
Youth Brigade,
Pussy Galore,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barclay James Harvest,
New York Dolls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Television,
Public Image Ltd.,
Public Enemy,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.