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 Jamaica and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Danielle Patucci to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxy Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Copeland,
Ronan,
Glenn Branca,
The Pretty Things,
Oneida,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
UT,
Scratch Acid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Hood,
Joey Negro,
Pole,
Interpol,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül II,
Deadbeat,
Soft Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sandy B,
Excepter,
Flash Fearless,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Star Department,
Delta 5,
Eli Mardock,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
B.T. Express,
Aural Exciters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boredoms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blues Magoos,
Colin Newman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soulsonic Force,
Funkadelic,
The Cowsills,
The Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Q65,
Scan 7,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drexciya,
Throbbing Gristle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cameo,
Mantronix,
Skriet,
The Trojans,
Deepchord,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.