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 Albania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
World's Most,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hot Snakes,
Aloha Tigers,
Soulsonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Flag,
Kool Moe Dee,
Underground Resistance,
Bang On A Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Darondo,
Audionom,
The J.B.'s,
The Golliwogs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
MC5,
Lyres,
Funkadelic,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Clarke,
The Beau Brummels,
The Residents,
Tears for Fears,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nils Olav,
Ituana,
Subhumans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blossom Toes,
Section 25,
Zero Boys,
The Skatalites,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sugar Minott,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gap Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantaleimon,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kayak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.