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 Cape Verde and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Skarface,
The Cramps,
Negative Approach,
Cheater Slicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flash Fearless,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantytec,
Outsiders,
Marine Girls,
Crime,
The Names,
B.T. Express,
Little Man,
Gang Starr,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flipper,
Amon Düül,
Max Romeo,
Lyres,
Underground Resistance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mission of Burma,
Crash Course in Science,
The Young Rascals,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dead C,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Altered Images,
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Certain Ratio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erasure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gap Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doobie Brothers,
CMW,
Masters at Work,
The Standells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Association,
LL Cool J,
Soulsonic Force,
EPMD,
Deepchord,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.