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 the UAE and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chrome to the rap 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Jawbox,
Basic Channel,
Dave Gahan,
T.S.O.L.,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Clarke,
Skaos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Audionom,
Nation of Ulysses,
Groovy Waters,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Whodini,
Suicide,
Max Romeo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ossler,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Toasters,
Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
La Düsseldorf,
Minutemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scrapy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Misunderstood,
Mad Mike,
Anthony Braxton,
Radio Birdman,
The Residents,
Goldenarms,
Ice-T,
The Cramps,
Quando Quango,
The Invisible,
The Zeros,
Man Parrish,
OOIOO,
The Black Dice,
Panda Bear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Toni Rubio,
Monolake,
The Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slackers,
Eden Ahbez,
Drexciya,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lyres,
John Holt,
Blake Baxter,
Glenn Branca,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.