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 Lebanon and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 48th St. Collective to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Ralphi Rosario,
U.S. Maple,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Black Pus,
The Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Byrd,
Blancmange,
Oblivians,
DJ Style,
Dead Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Interpol,
Black Sheep,
Joe Smooth,
Pole,
Danielle Patucci,
Excepter,
Dual Sessions,
The Music Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Roxette,
Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
Curtis Mayfield,
CMW,
Minutemen,
Chrome,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Shadows of Knight,
Panda Bear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Moebius,
The Misunderstood,
David Axelrod,
Schoolly D,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funkadelic,
The Last Poets,
The Techniques,
Don Cherry,
Nation of Ulysses,
World's Most,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Procol Harum,
Organ,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pussy Galore,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Cale,
Fatback Band,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.