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 Panama and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Knickerbockers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Carl Craig,
Sugar Minott,
Ultra Naté,
Sex Pistols,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Görl,
Scion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Television,
Tres Demented,
Hasil Adkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
OOIOO,
The Remains,
Jacob Miller,
Sam Rivers,
Howard Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nils Olav,
Wire,
Alice Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
Desert Stars,
the Germs,
Barrington Levy,
Harry Pussy,
Rod Modell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bush Tetras,
Roger Hodgson,
Lucky Dragons,
Flash Fearless,
The Toasters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Model 500,
The Residents,
The Busters,
Spoonie Gee,
La Düsseldorf,
The Young Rascals,
U.S. Maple,
Crooked Eye,
Roxy Music,
Albert Ayler,
Nik Kershaw,
Colin Newman,
Ornette Coleman,
The Techniques,
The Black Dice,
The Cramps,
the Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
T.S.O.L.,
The Offenders,
Neil Young,
The Divine Comedy,
Section 25,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.