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 Namibia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soft Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Kayak,
Ronan,
Peter and Kerry,
Pussy Galore,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Buzzcocks,
Wasted Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doors,
Organ,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Mills,
Youth Brigade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantaleimon,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slackers,
Glenn Branca,
Ludus,
Lucky Dragons,
Deepchord,
Roxette,
Reagan Youth,
Popol Vuh,
China Crisis,
Ken Boothe,
Slave,
The Fall,
the Bar-Kays,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gabor Szabo,
FM Einheit,
Los Fastidios,
F. McDonald,
The Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sister Nancy,
Connie Case,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dennis Brown,
The Smoke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Malaria!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Depeche Mode,
Arthur Verocai,
David Axelrod,
Basic Channel,
Juan Atkins,
Delta 5,
The Toasters,
Babytalk,
One Last Wish,
Eric Copeland,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Black Dice,
Gichy Dan,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.