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 El Salvador and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Slits,
Toni Rubio,
The Offenders,
Ludus,
Suburban Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Chris Corsano,
Monolake,
The Real Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
Niagra,
Scion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alice Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Steve Hackett,
Arcadia,
Roger Hodgson,
Icehouse,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy Collins,
Groovy Waters,
ABC,
X-102,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smoke,
Clear Light,
The Stooges,
Althea and Donna,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Almond,
Fela Kuti,
Albert Ayler,
Dave Gahan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fugs,
Q and Not U,
Graham Central Station,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pretty Things,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
Scrapy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Music Machine,
Joyce Sims,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agitation Free,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Royal Trux,
A Certain Ratio,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.