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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grunge 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
the Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T. Rex,
Robert Hood,
Soulsonic Force,
Cymande,
Ohio Players,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Schoolly D,
Rotary Connection,
Tears for Fears,
Motorama,
Babytalk,
Barry Ungar,
Sixth Finger,
U.S. Maple,
Little Man,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Wyatt,
Tubeway Army,
the Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monochrome Set,
Lower 48,
Hoover,
Boz Scaggs,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare,
Byron Stingily,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
In Retrospect,
the Bar-Kays,
Qualms,
The Gladiators,
Country Teasers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Accadde A,
The Wake,
Jacob Miller,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sonics,
The Cure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Organ,
Piero Umiliani,
Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Freddie Wadling,
Eddi Front,
Eve St. Jones,
Nas,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flash Fearless,
The Barracudas,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.