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 Serbia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Intrusion to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The United States of America,
The Birthday Party,
The Litter,
Peter and Kerry,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sound,
Siglo XX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Lynne,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Au Pairs,
Tom Boy,
Blake Baxter,
Dual Sessions,
Minny Pops,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marshall Jefferson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bluetip,
The Mojo Men,
E-Dancer,
Second Layer,
PIL,
Man Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Danielle Patucci,
Intrusion,
Slick Rick,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers,
The Victims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erykah Badu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scratch Acid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra,
Guru Guru,
Joe Smooth,
Cluster,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Style,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Lydon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Enemy,
Carl Craig,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.