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 Turkmenistan and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Funkadelic to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Yaz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Christie,
Kenny Larkin,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moleskins,
Moss Icon,
New Age Steppers,
Ornette Coleman,
Royal Trux,
The Neon Judgement,
Intrusion,
The Pop Group,
Agitation Free,
Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joensuu 1685,
ABC,
Ronnie Foster,
Ronan,
Joey Negro,
Shuggie Otis,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q65,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Offenders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donald Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Con Funk Shun,
Stereo Dub,
The American Breed,
Parry Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
X-101,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
EPMD,
Rites of Spring,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Sneak,
Rotary Connection,
Underground Resistance,
Patti Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Green,
Television,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slick Rick,
David Bowie,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.