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 Benin and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Black Pus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Bill Wells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
The Toasters,
Connie Case,
F. McDonald,
Nico,
The Names,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Malaria!,
Subhumans,
Hashim,
Smog,
Moby Grape,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
Cheater Slicks,
Parry Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
In Retrospect,
The Trojans,
Peter & Gordon,
Rekid,
The Motions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gories,
Sam Rivers,
Man Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Tommy Roe,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Khruangbin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Danielle Patucci,
Ornette Coleman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
R.M.O.,
Agent Orange,
Traffic Nightmare,
CMW,
Tres Demented,
Lungfish,
Rotary Connection,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television,
The New Christs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barry Ungar,
Qualms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Urselle,
Organ,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slits,
The Gun Club,
Joyce Sims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
B.T. Express,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.