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 San Marino and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
K-Klass,
Young Marble Giants,
World's Most,
The Standells,
Erasure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Animal Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Y Pants,
Isaac Hayes,
Wolf Eyes,
Excepter,
Roxy Music,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Style,
Motorama,
Siglo XX,
Blancmange,
Thompson Twins,
Nils Olav,
Gong,
Kayak,
B.T. Express,
Wings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Five Americans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quadrant,
the Sonics,
Patti Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Axelrod,
Neu!,
Bob Dylan,
Black Pus,
Brothers Johnson,
Severed Heads,
The Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fela Kuti,
Kas Product,
Qualms,
Intrusion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Buzzcocks,
Livin' Joy,
Rufus Thomas,
Fluxion,
Delta 5,
June of 44,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
AZ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.