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 Brazil and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Velvet Underground to the grime 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bronski Beat,
PIL,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
H. Thieme,
The J.B.'s,
The Grass Roots,
Cymande,
Lucky Dragons,
Scratch Acid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Animal Collective,
One Last Wish,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Music Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Oblivians,
KRS-One,
Anthony Braxton,
The Wake,
Marmalade,
Cybotron,
Black Bananas,
The Buckinghams,
Little Man,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sound Behaviour,
Maurizio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Archie Shepp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vainqueur,
L. Decosne,
The Star Department,
Aural Exciters,
Rosa Yemen,
Neu!,
Flash Fearless,
Technova,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fugs,
Deadbeat,
CMW,
Chris Corsano,
The New Christs,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Victims,
kango's stein massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Junior Murvin,
Radio Birdman,
Magma,
The Kinks,
Sister Nancy,
Gichy Dan,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.