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 Pakistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ice-T to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
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,
Mandrill,
AZ,
Bang On A Can,
Deakin,
Q and Not U,
Q65,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Half Japanese,
June Days,
Smog,
the Bar-Kays,
CMW,
Khruangbin,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Names,
Erasure,
The Smiths,
The Smoke,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pulsallama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Don Cherry,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
Suicide,
Albert Ayler,
Sex Pistols,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yazoo,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Halsall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter and Kerry,
Lyres,
David Axelrod,
Arthur Verocai,
The Saints,
John Foxx,
The Searchers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cecil Taylor,
Whodini,
T.S.O.L.,
Altered Images,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deadbeat,
Letta Mbulu,
Terry Callier,
Excepter,
Brothers Johnson,
Von Mondo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monochrome Set,
Eli Mardock,
Wasted Youth,
Negative Approach,
Suburban Knight,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.