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 Macedonia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 EPMD to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Roxette,
The Birthday Party,
Alton Ellis,
Ituana,
R.M.O.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Carl Craig,
Sandy B,
The Leaves,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultra Naté,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül,
Chris Corsano,
Ludus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hot Snakes,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Swans,
The Searchers,
The Blackbyrds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Index,
Skarface,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boredoms,
The Slackers,
Black Pus,
The Cowsills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
The Saints,
Guru Guru,
Surgeon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hashim,
DJ Sneak,
Basic Channel,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fuzztones,
Joey Negro,
Al Stewart,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Juan Atkins,
Urselle,
The Smiths,
Negative Approach,
John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Severed Heads,
Yazoo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.