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 Syria and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Oblivians to the crunk 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Lyres,
Sällskapet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Negative Approach,
LL Cool J,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Tears for Fears,
The Techniques,
Letta Mbulu,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slackers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Leaves,
Marine Girls,
Skaos,
David Axelrod,
Bill Wells,
X-101,
U.S. Maple,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Carl Craig,
Kaleidoscope,
Guru Guru,
Scientists,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
AZ,
Fluxion,
Reagan Youth,
the Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Los Fastidios,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skarface,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young,
Dual Sessions,
Pole,
the Germs,
The Count Five,
Jandek,
The Zeros,
X-102,
Bang On A Can,
Barrington Levy,
Procol Harum,
Derrick Morgan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dead C,
Organ,
Sun City Girls,
Cybotron,
The Offenders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gories,
Monolake,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.