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 Costa Rica and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Slick Rick to the rap 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Vogues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
K-Klass,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ten City,
Black Flag,
Khruangbin,
The American Breed,
Ultravox,
The Slackers,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tim Buckley,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Chrome,
The Litter,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Association,
Metal Thangz,
Popol Vuh,
Parry Music,
Robert Görl,
Black Pus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June of 44,
The Misunderstood,
Delta 5,
The Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare,
Tubeway Army,
Technova,
The Move,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barbara Tucker,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slave,
Fugazi,
Gabor Szabo,
Stiv Bators,
Sam Rivers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kas Product,
The Evens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ohio Players,
World's Most,
Althea and Donna,
Sound Behaviour,
Accadde A,
Girls At Our Best!,
Japan,
The Fall,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.