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 Micronesia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The Dirtbombs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Fela Kuti,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quando Quango,
Drexciya,
Mad Mike,
Ronnie Foster,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Age Steppers,
Motorama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New York Dolls,
Black Sheep,
KRS-One,
CMW,
Funky Four + One,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gap Band,
Newcleus,
Steve Hackett,
The Remains,
Neu!,
the Slits,
The Index,
Eric Copeland,
Donny Hathaway,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cecil Taylor,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Desert Stars,
Ronan,
Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Clear Light,
The Velvet Underground,
Sister Nancy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young,
Nas,
Bob Dylan,
Peter and Kerry,
Flash Fearless,
The Angels of Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Sneak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cluster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monks,
Moss Icon,
The Red Krayola,
Franke,
Aloha Tigers,
Carl Craig,
Eric Dolphy,
Skaos,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.